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Full text of "Book of hymns for public and private devotion"

THE BENSON LIBRARY OF HYMNOLOGY 

Endowed by the Reverend 

Louis Fitzgerald Benson, d.d. 

LIBRARY OF THE THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY 
PRINCETON, NEW JERSEY 




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HYMNS 



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PUBLIC AND PRIVATE DEVOTION. 



SEVENTH EDITION. 



BOSTON: 

TICKNOR, REED AND FIELDS. 

MDCCCLIII. 



Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1848, 

BY WM. D. TICKNOR & COMPANY, 

In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of Massachusetts. 



PREFACE. 



Among the Hymns in the following collection will 
be found many which are not of the commonly 
recognized metres. Some of these are already set 
to music of their own. Others can readily be 
adapted by the choir-leader to the simple chants 
which are now generally found in our collections of 
Sacred Music. 

An asterisk prefixed to the author's name indi- 
cates that some change has been made in the hymn 
by the present compilers. 

The titles of the Supplementary Hymns in the 
present edition have been introduced within the 
original table of contents, instead of forming a sep- 
arate series at the end. 

Boston, April 22, 1848. 



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in 2012 with funding from 

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INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 



Hymn. 

According to Thy gracious word, 1 39 

Acquaint thee, O spirit, acquaint thee with God, . . .199 

Affliction's faded form draws nigh, 329 

Ages, ages have departed, 439 

A holy air is breathing round, 157 

All around us, fair with flowers, 306 

All from the sun's uprise, 495 

All men are equal in their birth, 182 

All-seeing God ! 't is Thine to know, 238 

All ye nations, praise the Lord, 499 

Almighty Father ! Thou hast many a blessing, . . . 217 

Almighty God ! in humble prayer, 43 

Almighty Spirit, now behold, 594 

Am I a soldier of the cross, 311 

An offering at the shrine of power, 426 

Another day its course has run, 372 

Another hand is-beckoning us, 404 

Approach not the altar with gloom in thy soul, . . . 464 

As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean, .... 96 

As every day Thy mercy spares, 59 

As oft, with worn and weary feet, 113 

As the hart, with eager looks, 226 

As the sun's enlivening eye, 69 

Author of good, we rest on Thee, 260 

A voice from the desert, .103 

A voice upon the midnight air, 131 

Awake, my soul ! lift up thine eyes, 318 

Awake, my soul! stretch every nerve, 315 

Awake, our souls, away, our fears, 541 

A wondrous star our pioneer, 424 



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INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 

Hymn. 

Bear on, my soul ! the bitter cross, 532 

Before Jehovah's awful throne, t .18 

Behold, night's shadows fade, 550 

Behold, the Prince of Peace, 112 

Behold the sun, how bright, 170 

Be near us, O Father, through night's silent hour, . . .556 

Beneath the shadow of the cross, 564 

Beneath the thick but struggling clouds, ..... 295 

Beneath Thy trees to-day we meet, 459 

Be still ! be still ! for all around, 4 

Be still, my heart ! these anxious cares, 323 

Be Thou, O God, by night, by day, 551 

Birds have their quiet rest, 126 

Bless, O Lord, each opening year, 566 

Blessed be Thy name forever, 55 

Blessed, blessed are the dead, 348 

Blest are the pure in heart, 281 

Bread of heaven, on thee we feed, 153 

Breast the wave, Christian, when it is strongest, . . .317 
Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, . . . .108 

Brother, hast thou wandered far, 195 

Brother, the angels say, 358 

Brother, thou art gone before us, 403 

Brother, though from yonder sky, ...... 405 

Brother, will you slight the message, 511 

Burden of shame and woe, 133 

By cool Siloam's shady rill, 444 

By earth hemmed in, by earth oppressed, 455 

Call the Lord thy sure salvation, 534 

Calm on the bosom of thy God, 410 

Calm on the listening ear of night, 106 

Cheek grow pale, but heart be vigorous, 320 

Child, amidst the flowers at play, 93 

Christ to the young man said, 569 

Clay to clay, and dust to dust, 406 

Climb we the mountain afar, 440 

Come at the morning hour, 463 

Come, kingdom of our God, 584 

Come, said Jesus' sacred voice, 121 

Come, Thou Almighty King, 480 

Come to Jesus, O my brothers, 161 



TXDEX OF FIRST LINES. 

Hymn. 

Come to me, thoughts of heaven, 519 

Come to the house of prayer, . 1 

Come to the land of peace, 360 

Come unto me, when shadows darkly gather, . . • .160 

" Come who will," the voice from heaven, .... 159 
Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish, . . . .162 

Come, ye who love the Lord, 3 

Commit thou all thy griefs, 254 

Creator of all, through whose all-seeing might, . . . 558 

Cross, reproach and tribulation, 535 

Darkness o'sr the world was brooding, 104 

Dark were the paths our Master trod, 128 

Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness, .... 583 

Daughter of Zion ! from the dust, 179 

Day by day the manna fell, 30 

Dear as Thou wast, and justly dear, 407 

Deem not that they are blest alone, 326 

Down the dark future, through long generations, . . .421 

Earth's busy sounds, and ceaseless din, 481 

Ere to the world again we go, 503 

Eternal and immortal King, 537 

Eternal God ! Almighty Cause, 471 

Ever patient, loving, meek, 120 

Every bird that upward springs, 544 

Fading, still fading, the last beam is shining, .... 370 

Faint the earth, and parched with drought, .... 598 

Faint not, poor traveller, though the way, ..... 322 

Fare thee well, our fondly cherished, 411 

Far from mortal cares retreating, 9 

Far from the world, O Lord, I flee, ...... 94 

Father, adored in worlds above, 490 

Father and God of all mankind, 29 

Father divine, the Saviour cried, 130 

Father divine, this deadening power control, .... 514 

Father divine, our wants relieve, 523 

Father! glorify Thy name, 269 

Father, glory be to Thee, 67 

Father in heaven to whom our hearts, 41 

Father, in Thy mysterious presence kneeling, . • 33 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 

Hymn. 

Father, in Thy presence now, 381 

Father ! I wait Thy word. The sun doth stand, . . .268 

Father, I will not pray, 235 

Father of light, conduct our feet, 37 

Father of mercies ! God of peace, 567 

Father of might, my bonds I feel, 527 

Father of spirits, humbly bent before Thee, • . . 52 

Father, source of every blessing, 245 

Father, supply my every need, 501 

Father supreme ! Thou high and holy One, .... 553 
Father, there is no change to live with Thee, . . . ,77 

Father, this slumber shake, 515 

Father ! Thy paternal care, 22 

Father ! Thy wonders do not singly stand, .... 79 

Father, to Thy kind love we owe, 78 

Father ! to us Thy children, humbly kneeling, . . .46 

Father, united by Thy grace, 45 

Father ! we bless the gentle care, 509 

Father ! we look up to Thee, 539 

Father, whate'er of earthly bliss, 470 

Father, when o'er our trembling hearts, 213 

Father, who art on high, ........ 40 

Father, who in the olive shade, ....... 341 

Fear was within the tossing bark, 115 

Feeble, helpless, how shall I, 214 

Flung to the heedless winds, 428 

Followers of Christ ! arise, ........ 542 

For all Thy saints, O God, 167 

Forever with the Lord, 231 

For mercies past we praise Thee, Lord, 507 

Forth from the dark and stormy sky, 6 

Forth went the heralds of the cross, 1 65 

Fountain of life, and God of love, ...... 396 

From all that dwell below the skies, 63 

From every fear and doubt, O Lord, ...... 35 

From foes that would our land devour, . • . . .434 

From Greenland's icy mountains, 416 

From the recesses of a lowly spirit, 489 

From Zion's holy hill there rose, 473 

Gently fall the dews of eve, 335 

Give to the winds thy fears, 256 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 

Hymn. 

Glorious things of thee are spoken, 180 

Glory be to God on high, 53 

Glory to God, whose witness-train, 429 

God comes with succor speedy, ....... 596 

God, in the high and holy place, 80 

God is in His holy temple, 466 

God is love ; His mercy brightens, ...... 73 

God is our refuge and our strength, 255 

God made all His creatures free, 189 

God moves in a mysterious way, 259 

God of all grace, we come to Thee, 31 

God of eternity ! from Thee, . . v 565 

God of mercy ! God of love, 201 

God of my life, whose gracious power, 530 

God of our fathers, by whose hand, ...... 68 

God of the changing year, whose arm of power, • • . 400 

God of the earnest heart, 592 

God of the ocean, earth and sky, 87 

God of the prophet's power, 1 68 

God of the year ! with songs of praise, 398 

God's angels, not only on high do they sing, .... 579 

God that madest earth and heaven, 367 

Go in peace ! serene dismission, 64 

Gone is the hollow murky night, 600 

Go, preach the gospel in my name, 385 

Go, suffering pilgrim of the earth, 321 

Go to dark Gethsemane, 143 

Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime, 408 

Go when the morning shineth, 97 

Great God, and wilt Thou condescend, 448 

Great God, the followers of Thy son, 24 

Great Ruler of all nature's frame, 546 

Grows dark thy path before thee, 456 

Guide us, Lord, while hand in hand, 62 

Hallelujah ! best and sweetest, 493 

Hark! the glad sound, the Saviour comes, - • • .109 

Hark ! through the waking earth, 188 

Hasten, Lord, to my release, 216 

Hast thou, midst life's empty noises, 301 

Hath not thy heart within thee burned, 90 

Hear, Father, hear our prayer, 488 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 

Hymn. 

Hear what God, the Lord, hath spoken, 192 

Heave, mighty ocean, heave, 430 

Heaven is a state of rest from sin, 232 

Heavenly Father, to whose eye, 493 

He knelt, the Saviour knelt and prayed, 132 

He lived as none but he has lived, 125 

Heralds of creation! cry, ........ 465 

Here, in this place of prayer, 12 

He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower, 264 

He was there alone, when even, 118 

Holy and reverend is the name, . • • • • • .491 

Holy Father, Thou hast taught me, 528 

Holy, holy, holy Lord God Almighty, 49 

Holy Son of God most high, .114 

Holy Spirit, source of gladness, 483 

House of our God, with cheerful anthems ring, . . . 397 

How beauteous were the marks divine, 124 

How blest the righteous when he dies, 350 

How dear is the thought, that the angels of God, • . .355 

How gentle God's commands, 258 

How glad the tone when summer's sun, 394 

How happy is he, born or taught, 279 

How little of ourselves we know, 325 

How long, O Lord, his brother's blood, ..... 185 

How shall we praise Thee, Lord of light, 25 

How sweet, how calm, this Sabbath morn, .... 374 

How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound, 119 

Hush the loud cannon's roar, 184 

I am free ! I am free ! I have broken away, .... 244 

I cannot always trace the way, 74 

If love the noblest, purest, best, 146 

If on our daily course our mind, 304 

In pleasant lands have fallen the lines, 433 

In the broad fields of heaven, 413 

In the cross of Christ we glory, ....... 145 

In the morning I will pray, 364 

In the Saviour's hour of death, 134 

In Thy courts let peace be found, 14 

In time of tribulation, 548 

In trouble and in grief, O God, 334 

In vain we thus recall to mind, 149 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 

Hymn. 

a saw on earth another light, ....... 91 

Israel's shepherd, guide us, feed us, 58 

Is there a lone and dreary hour, 266 

Is this a fast for me, 387 

I thirst ! O grant the waters pure, 236 

It is a faith sublime and sure, .356 

It is finished ! glorious word, 139 

It is finished ! Man of sorrows, 141 

It is the hour of prayer, 506 

It was no path of flowers, 142 

I waftt a principle within, 224 

I want the spirit of power within, 223 

Jesus shall reign where'er the sun, 176 

Jesus, we thy promise claim, ....... 560 

Jesus, while he dwelt below, ....... 452 

Jews were wrought to cruel madness, 135 

Joy ! joy ! a year is born, 389 

Joy to the world ! the Lord is come, 110 

Launch thy bark, mariner, ........ 431 

Leader of Israel's host, and guide, ...... 270 

Lead us with Thy gentle sway, - . 502 

Let me not wander comfortless, 338 

Let the world despise and leave me, 536 

Lift your glad voices in triumph on high, 137 

Light of life, seraphic fire, ........ 21 

Like morning, when her early breeze, 61C 

Like shadows gliding o'er the plain, 402 

Lo ! God is here ; let us adore, ....... 13 

Lo! my shepherd's hand divine, 469 

Lord ! before Thy presence come, . . . . . .17 

Lord! deliver; Thou canst save, . . . . . .581 

Lord ! dismiss us with Thy blessing, 70 

Lord! from Thy blessed throne, 415 

Lord ! have mercy when we pray, 204 

Lord ! I believe a rest remains, . 228 

Lord ! I believe ; Thy power I own, 207 

Lord ! in heaven, Thy dwelling-place, 64 

Lord ! in whose might the Saviour trod, 117 

Lord Jesus, come ! for here, 173 

Lord, lead the way the Saviour went, 575 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 

Hymn. 

Lord of the families below, 504 

Lord of the Sabbath, hear our vows, 373 

Lord of the wide-extended main, 572 

Lord of the worlds above, 16 

Lord of the world, who hast preserved, 557 

Lord, once our faith in man no fear could move, • • • 420 

Lord ! subdue our selfish will, 505 

Lord ! Thou didst arise and say, 186 

Lord ! Thy glory fills the heaven, ...... 47 

Lord! what offering shall we bring, ^. 11 

Lord ! when Thine ancient people cried, 438 

Lord ! whom winds and seas obey, 570 

Lo! the lilies of the field, 267 

Love divine, all love excelling, ....... 8 

Love on ! love on ! but not the things that own, • . • 298 

Lowly and solemn be, 344 

Many a power within earth's bosom, 432 

Mark the soft-falling snow, 169 

May freedom speed onward, wherever the blood, . . . 582 

Meet and right it is to sing, 497 

Men ! whose boast it is that ye, ...... . 437 

Mighty God ! the first, the last, 72 

Mighty One ! whose name is holy, •••••• 414 

My dear Redeemer, and my Lord, 147 

My Father, when around me spread, ...... 337 

My God ! all nature owns Thy sway, 86 

My God ! in life's most doubtful hour, 531 

My God ! in morning's radiant hour, 56 

My God, I thank Thee ! may no thought, 327 

My God, my Father, while I stray, . • . . . . 263 

My God, my strength, my hope, ....... 225 

My God, permit me not to be, 221 

My soul, be on thy guard, . 643 

My soul no more shall strive in vain, 241 

Nature hath seasons of repose, 586 

Nay, tell us not of dangers dire, 309 

Nearer, my God, to Thee, 239 

No human eyes Thy face may see, .76 

No more, on earth no more, • • 352 

None loves me, Father, with Thy love, ..... 249 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 

Hymn. 

Not in the name of pride, 155 

Not in this simple rite alone, 152 

Not only doth the voiceful day, ....... 89 

Not that Thy boundless love, my God, • • • • 275 

Not to the terrors of the Lord, 454 

Not with the flashing steel, 419 

Now from the altar of our hearts, 508 

Now gird your patient loins again, . . . . . .451 

Now host with host assembling, 576 

Now let our voices join, . ........ 590 

Now that the sun is beaming bright, 365 

Now the shades of night are gone, 363 

O, Almighty God of love, 624 

O be not faithless ! with the morn, 297 

O come and dwell in me, ........ 517 

O, draw me, Father, after Thee, 222 

O'er silent field and lonely lawn, 461 

O'er the mount and through the moor, 308 

O fairest born of love and light, ....... 181 

Of all the thoughts of God that are, 479 

O Father, humbly we repose, 250 

O Father, lift our souls above, 39 

O Father, though the anxious fear, 7 

O for a faith that will not shrink, 620 

O for a heart to praise my God, 618 

O from these visions dark and drear, 208 

O give thanks to Him who made, 496 

O God, by whom the seed is given, ...... 65 

O God ! I thank Thee that the night, 366 

O God ! the darkness roll away, 172 

O God ! Thy children, gathered here 384 

O God ! to Thee our hearts would pay, 401 

O God ! to Thee who first hast given, 243 

O God ! we praise Thee, and confess, 60 

O God ! who knowest how frail we are, 34 

O God, whose presence glows in all, 23 

Oh God, that mad'st the earth and sky, 645 

O, he whom Jesus loved has truly spoken, • • . 678 

O, heaven is where no secret dread, 361 

O help us, Lord ! each hour of need, 209 

O here, if ever, God of love, 158 

O holy Father, 'mid the calm, • • 20 

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INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 

Hymn. 

O, if thy brow serene and calm, 287 

O know ye not that ye, 280 

O let my trembling soul be still, 252 

O Lord ! how happy should we be, 230 

OLord! through Thee we own, 246 

O Lord ! Thy heavenly grace impart, 242 

O Love ! how cheering is thy ray, 233 

O lovely voices of the sky, 107 

On earth was darkness spread, . . . . . . .138 

One cup of healing oil and wine, 291 

One prayer I have, all prayers in one, 521 

O, not alone on the mount of prayer, 290 

O, not alone with outward sign, 198 

" O, not for these alone I pray," • 151 

O not to crush with abject fear, ....... 122 

O not when the death- prayer is said, 343 

On the dark wave of Galilee, . 127 

On the dewy breath of even, 554 

Onward, Christian, though the region, • • • • 313 
Onward speed thy conquering flight, . . . • • .591 

Open, Lord, mine inward ear, 93 

Oppression shall not always reign, 190 

O pure Reformers ! not in vain, .191 

O, richly, Father, have I been, ....... 203 

O sacred head, now wounded, 562 

O say not, think not, heavenly notes, 443 

O send me not away ! for I would drink, 202 

O source divine, and life of all, 75 

O speed thee, Christian, on thy way, 316 

O spirit, freed from earth, 351 

O Spirit of the living God, 587 

O stay thy tears ! for they are blest, ...... 346 

O still trust on, if in the heart, 299 

O suffering Friend of human kind, . . • • . .129 

O Thou, at whose divine command, 486 

O Thou, at whose rebuke, the grave, 441 

O Thou from whom all goodness flows, 211 

O Thou great Friend to all the sons of men, . . . .156 

O Thou great Spirit, who along, 500 

O Thou, in whom the weary find, 513 

O Thou, the primal fount of life and peace 477 

O Thou, to whom in ancient time, 81 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 

Hymn. 

• » Thou, who all things dost control, 512 

O Thou, who driest the mourner's tear, 475 

O Thou, who hast at Thy command, 33 

O Thou, who hast Thy servants taught, 482 

O Thou, who in the garden's shade, 140 

O Thou, whose own vast temple stands, 383 

O Thou, whose power o'er moving worlds presides, . . 467 

O Thou, whose power stupendous, 388 

O Thou, whose presence went before, 435 

Our blest Redeemer, ere he breathed, 193 

Our country is Immanuel's ground, 449 

Our Father, God ! not face to face, 487 

Our Father, through the coming year, 390 

Our Father ! we thank Thee for sleep, 460 

Our God is a spirit, and they who aright, 20 

Our heavenly Father, hear, 28 

Our pathway oft is wet with tears, 331 

Out of the depths of woe, 547 

O what though our feet may not tread where Christ trod, . 150 

O where are kings and empires now, 588 

O where shall rest be found, 227 

O who shall say he knows the folds, 283 

Part in peace ! is day before us, 60 

Partners of a glorious hope, 561 

Peace of God, which knows no measure, 61 

Pour, blessed Gospel, glorious news for man, .... 177 

Pour forth the oil, — pour boldly forth, .... 294 

Praise and thanks and cheerful love, 391 

Praise the Lord, when blushing morning, 393 

Praise the Lord, ye heavens adore Him, 51 

Praise to God, immortal praise, 468 

Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, 99 

Prayer is to God the soul's sure way, 100 

Press on, press on ! ye sons of light, 312 

Prisoners of hope, be strong, be bold, 593 

Quiet from God ! how beautiful to keep, 282 

Quiet, Lord, my fro ward heart, 234 

Rejoice in God alway, ......... 257 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 

Hymn. 

Return, my soul, unto thy rest, 218 

Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings, 238 

Saviour, I my cross have taken, 272 

Scorn not the slightest word or deed, 307 

"See how he loved," exclaimed the Jews, .... 123 

See Israel's gentle shepherd stand, 445 

See the Lord, thy helper, stand, 253 

Send kindly light amid the encircling gloom, .... 220 

Shall we grow weary in our watch, 278 

Shine on our souls, eternal God, 42 

Sing, ye redeemed of the Lord, ....... 597 

Slavery and death the cup contains, 577 

Sleep not, soldier of the cross, * • • 314 

Slowly, by God's hand unfurled, 371 

Songs of praise the angels sang, ...... 48 

Sons of men, behold from far, Ill 

Soul! celestial in thy birth, ....... 197 

Source of light and life divine, 368 

Sow in the morn thy seed, 540 

Speak gently, — it is better far, 285 

Speak with us, Lord, Thyself reveal, 522 

Spirit of peace and love and power, 599 

Suppliant, lo ! Thy children bend, 15 

Supreme and universal Light, 44 

Supreme disposer of the heart, 538 

Sweet is the light of Sabbath eve, 462 

Sweet is the prayer whose holy stream, . • • • . 101 

Sweet morn ! from countless cups of gold, .... 362 

Teach me, my God and King, 302 

Teach us to pray, 27 

Tell me not, in mournful numbers 310 

Thanks, thanks unto God ! who in mercy hath spoken, . 345 

Thanks to God for those who came, 166 

That blessed law of Thine, 229 

That might of faith, O Lord, bestow, ,526 

The aged sufferer waited long, 116 

The breaking waves dashed high, 478 

The bud will soon become a flower, .... . 300 

The darkened sky, how thick it lowers, 328 

The daylight is fading o'er earth and o'er ocean, . . . 552 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 

Hymn. 

The dead are like the stars by day, 353 

The dove, let loose in Eastern skies, 273 

The earth all light and loveliness, 395 

The fountain in its source, 240 

The glorious universe around, 585 

The heavenly spheres to Thee, O God, 399 

The kings of old have shrine and tomb, . ... 427 

The land our fathers left to us, 436 

The light pours down from heaven, .... . 458 

The Lord descended from above, 472 

The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know, . . . 247 

The Lord our God is full of might, 573 

The mourners came, at break of day, 347 

The ocean looketh up to heaven, 85 

The offerings to Thy throne which rise, 19 

The past is dark with sin and shame, 187 

The peace which God bestows, 164 

There cometh o'er the spirit, 392 

There is a book, who runs may read, 476 

There is a state unknown, unseen, 357 

There is a world we have not seen, 450 

There's a strife we all must wage, 319 

There 's nothing bright above, below, 83 

The saints on earth and those above, 453 

The Spirit in our hearts, 194 

The spirits of the loved and the departed, .... 354 

The uplifted eye and bended knee, 305 

The winds are hushed ; the peaceful moon, .... 474 

The world may change from old to new, 274 

They who on the Lord rely, 248 

They who seek the throne of grace, 82 

Think gently of the erring one, 284 

Thirsting for a living spring, 5 

This child we dedicate to Thee, 377 

This world is not a fleeting show, 296 

Thou art gone to the grave ; but we will not deplore thee, . 409 

Thou art, O God, the life and light, 84 

Though lonely be thy path, fear not, for He, .... 336 

Though wandering in a strange land, 88 

Thou givest Thy Sabbath, Lord ! the din is stilled, . . 485 

Thou hidden love of God, whose height, 219 

Thou, infinite in love, 333 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 

Hymn. 

Thou Lord of hosts, whose guiding hand, 425 

Thou, Lord, who rear'st the mountain's height, . . . 303 

Thou must be born again, 200 

Thou seest my feebleness, • . .516 

Thou that art strong to comfort, look on me, .... 330 

Thou, whose almighty word, 174 

Through all the various shifting scene, 261 

Through all this life's eventful road, 66 

Throughout the hours of darkness dim, 559 

Through thee as we together came, 163 

Thus said Jesus, " Go and do, 292 

Thy bounteous hand with food can bless, 492 

11 Thy kingdom come," the heathen lands, 171 

Thy presence, ever-living God, 67 

Thy servants in the temple watched, 589 

Thy servant's sandals, Lord, are wet, 386 

Thy way is on the deep, O Lord, 332 

Thy will be done ! in devious way, 265 

Thy will be done ! I will not fear, 276 

J T is my happiness below, 271 

*T is not the gift, but 't is the spirit, 289 

" To God be glory ! peace on earth ! " 422 

To Him who children blest, 379 

To prayer, to prayer ! — for the morning breaks, ... 2 

To Thee, O God in heaven, 378 

To Thee, the Lord Almighty, 494 

To the Father's love we trust, 412 

To Thine eternal arms, O God, 205 

Triumphant Zion! lift thy head, 178 

Turn, child of doubt, estranged from God, .... 196 

Turn not from him who asks of thee, . . • . . . 286 

Unchangeable, all-perfect Lord, .71 

Unto Thy temple, God of love, 10 

Up to the throne of God is borne, 369 

Wait on the Lord, ye heirs of hope, 529 

Was it in vain that Jesus prayed, 183 

Watchman, tell us of the night, 102 

We all, O Father, all are Thine, 251 

We bless Thee for this sacred day, 484 

Weep thou, O mourner, but in lamentation, .... 340 

We follow, Lord, where Thou dost lead, 563 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 

Hymn. 

We join to pray, with wishes kind, 380 

We love the venerable house, 423 

We love this outward world, 339 

We pray for truth and peace, 525 

Westward, Lord, the world alluring, 418 

We wait in faith ; in prayer we wait, 595 

We will not weep ; for God is standing by us, . . . . 533 

We would leave, O God, to Thee, 324 

What precept, Jesus, is like thine, 442 

What shall we ask of God in prayer, 32 

When arise the thoughts of sin, 148 

W T hen, blest Redeemer, thou art near, 154 

W T hen from the Jordan's gleaming wave, 376 

When grief and anguish press me down, 262 

When in silence o'er the deep, 568 

When in thine hour of conflict, Lord, 215 

When Israel of the Lord beloved, 36 

When long the soul had slept in chains, 574 

When on devotion's seraph wing, 359 

When my love to Christ grows weak, 144 

When the parting bosom bleeds, 571 

When thirst for power or for gold, 457 

When with error bewildered, our path becomes dreary, . .212 

Where ancient forests widely spread, 3S2 

Where for a thousand miles, 417 

Where is thy sting, O death, 34 9 

While shepherds watched their flocks by night, . . . 105 

While sounds of war are heard around, 580 

While Thee I seek, protecting Power, 95 

W T hile the stars unnumbered roll, 555 

While yet the youthful spirit bears, 447 

Who is thy neighbor ? he whom thou, 293 

Who shall behold the glorious day, 175 

Why, Thou never-setting Light, 210 

Wilt Thou not visit me, 237 

Within Thy courts have millions met, 375 

With silence only as their benediction, 342 

Wouldst thou in thy lonely hour, 92 

Yea ! I will extol Thee, 549 

Ye joyous ones ! upon whose brow, 446 

Ye servants of the Lord, 277 

Yes ! prayer is strong, and God is good, 806 



CONTENTS. 



HYMNS. 



HYMNS OF WORSHIP. 



Opening Hymns, 1—26, 430 — 4S7. Prayers, 27—46, 488—494. 
Praise, 47—56, 495—499. Closing Hymns, 57—70, 500—503. 



His Being, 71. Wisdom, 72. Truth and Love, 73. Love, 
74—76. Fatherly Care, 77, 78. Present Everywhere, 79—83. 
In Nature, 84 — 89. In the Soul, 90, 91. Communion with God, 
in Prayer, 92—101. Providence, 247—267. 

JESUS CHRIST. 

His Advent and Birth, 102—103. Mission, 109—112. Life 
and Miracles, 113—118. Spirit and Teaching, 119—125. Suf- 
fering, 126—133. Crucifixion, 134—136. Resurrection, 137, 138. 

COMMUNION HYMNS. 

Remembrance of Jesus, 139, 140, 146, 148, 562. Strength from 
his Sufferings, 141—144. Cross of Christ, 145. Presence of 
Jesus, 150, 154, 155, 560. Bread of Heaven, 153. One in Christ, 
151, 157, 158, 561, 564. Christ the Way, the Truth and the Life, 
156. Christ a Quickening Spirit, 563. Invitations. 159—162. 
Parting Hymns, 163, 164. 

CHRISTIANITY AND THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN. 

Preaching of the Gospel, 165—167. The Word, 16S— 170. 
The Angel of the Lord, 591. Coming of God's Kingdom, 171 — 
177, 584, 587, 539, 593. Song of the Redeemed, 5^7. The 
Church Everlasting, 588. The Church Triumphant, 178—180, 



CONTENTS. 

583. Christianity, 181. Equality, 182. Unity, 183, 585. Broth- 
erhood, 184. Peace, 185, 186, 586. Hope of Man, 187, 188, 590. 
Liberty, 189, 190. Reformers, 191. Vision of the Kingdom of 
Heaven, 192, 594—596, 598—600. 

THE INWARD CHARACTER. 

Spiritual Influences, 193—200, 510, 511. Penitence, 201—205. 
Inward Struggle, 206 — 216,512 — 515. Aspirations and Spiritual 
Desires, 217—233, 516—527. Coming to God, 239, 240. Self- 
consecration, 241—243, 528. The New Birth, 244—246. Trust 
in God, 247—268, 529—532. Faith, 269—276, 533—538. Watch- 
fulness, 277. Patience, 273. Independence, 279. Purity, 2S0, 
2S1. Calmness, 232. Charity, 233— 288. Earnestness, 289. 

THE OUTWARD LIFE. 

Prayer for Love, 539. Prayer and Action, 290. Faith and 
Works, 291. Love to Man, 292—299, 578. Meaning of Life, 
300—305. Action, 306— 310. The Sower, 540. Conflict, 311— 
321, 541—543. The Cross, 544—549. Affliction, 322—344. 
Death, 345—350. The Spiritual World, 351—361. 

VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 

Morning, 362—366, 550, 551. Evening, 367—372, 552—554, 
556. Night, 555, 557—559. Family Worship. 504—509. Sab- 
bath, 373—375. Baptism, 376—379. Marriage, 380, 381. Ded- 
ication, 382, 383. Ordination, 384—386, 569. Fast, 387, 388. 
New Year, 389, 390. 566. Spring, 391—393. Summer, 394, 395. 
Thanksgiving, 567. For Harvest, 396—398. Christmas, 568. 
Seasons, 399. Closeof the year, 400— 402, 565. Funeral Hymns, 
403—413. For a Charitable Occasion, 414, 574, 575. The Poor, 
415. The Prisoner, 579. Missions, 416—418. For a Peace 
Meeting, 419—422. In Time of War, 420, 580. Temperance 
Hymns, 576, 577. The Ancient Church, 423. A Meeting of 
Ministers, 424, 425. The Reformer's Vow, 592. The Reformers, 
426. Martyrs, 427—429. At Sea, 430, 570, 572. Christian 
Mariner, 431. Prayer for the Sailor, 571. Husbandman's Hymn, 
432. In a Storm, 573. Remembrance of our Fathers, 433. Our 
Country, 434, 435. American Slavery, 436—440, 581, 582. Re- 
deeming Power of Love, 441, 442. 



CONTENTS. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 



Children, 443— 448. ChristiaD Pilgrim, 449. Spiritual World, 
450. Christmas, 451. Gethsemane, 452. Communion of Saints, 
453. Law and Love, 454. Prayer and Labor, 455. Strength 
from Struggle, 456. The Heavenly Guide, 457. Light for All, 
453. A Summer Festival, 459. A Morning Hymn, 460. An 
Evening Hymn, 461. Sabbath Evening, 462. Seasons for 
Prayer, 463. Glad Worship, 464. Praise, 465. The Lord is in 
his Holy Temple, 466. God, 467. Hymn of Thanksgiving, 46S. 
The Good Shepherd, 469. Calm Trust, 470. The One God, 471 . 
In a Storm, 472. One in Christ, 473. Hymn of the Last Sup- 
per, 474. Consolation, 475. The Elder Scripture, 476. Rest, 
477. The Pilgrim Fathers, 478. He giveth His Beloved Sleep, 
479. 



HYMNS. 



I. PUBLIC WORSHIP. 



L S. M. * Emily Taylor. 

INVITATION. 

i Come to the house of prayer, 

O ye afflicted, come ! 
The God of peace shall meet you there, 
He makes that house His home. 

2 Come to the house of praise, 
Ye who are happy now ; 

In sweet accord your voices raise, 
In kindred homage bow. 

3 Ye aged, hither come, 
For ye have felt His love ; 

Soon shall ye lift a holier song 
In fairer courts above. 

4 Ye young, before His throne, 
Come, bow ; your voices raise ; 

Let not your hearts His praise disown, 
Who gives the power to praise. 

1 



PUBLIC WORSHIP. 

5 Thou, whose benignant eye 
In mercy looks on all ; 

Who seest the tear of misery, 
And hear'st the mourner's call; 

6 Up to Thy dwelling-place 
Bear our frail spirits on, 

Till they outstrip time's tardy pace, 
And heaven on earth be won. 



2. P. M. H. Ware. 

CALL TO PRAYER. 

i To prayer, to prayer ! — for the morning breaks, 
And earth in her Maker's smile awakes ; 
His light is on all below and above, 
The light of gladness, and life, and love : 
O, then, on the breath of this early air, 
Send upward the incense of grateful prayer. 

2 To prayer ! — for the day that God has blest 
Comes tranquilly on with its solemn rest ; 

It speaks of creation's early bloom, — 
It speaks of the Prince who burst the tomb : 
Then summon the spirit's exalted powers, 
And devote to. heaven the hallowed hours. 

3 Awake, awake, and gird up thy strength, 
To join Christ's holy band at length; 

To Him who unceasing love displays, 
Whom the powers of nature unceasingly praise ; 
To Him thy heart and thy hours be given, 
For a life of prayer is the life of heaven. 



OPENING HYMNS. 

5 S. M. * Watts. 

CHEERFUL WORSHIP. 

i Come, ye who love the Lord ! 

And let your joys be known ; 
Join in a song with sweet accord, 

And thus surround His throne. 

2 The sorrows of the mind 

Be banished from this place ! 
Religion never was designed 
To make our pleasures less. 

3 The sons of God have found 
That heaven begins below : 

Celestial fruits, on earthly ground, 
From faith and hope may grow. 

4 Then let our sorrows cease, 
And every tear be dry ; 

We ? re travelling through the paths of peace 
To fairer worlds on high. 



L. M. Anonymous. 

THE HOUSE OF GOD. 

i Be still ! be still ! for all around, 
On either hand, is holy ground : 
Here in His house, the Lord to-day 
Will listen, while His people pray. 

2 Thou, tost upon the waves of care, 
Ready to sink with deop despair, 
Here ask relief, with heart sincere, 
And thou shalt find that God is here. 



PUBLIC WORSHIP. 

3 Thou who hast laid within the grave 
Those whom thou hadst no power to save, 
Believe their spirits now are near, 

For angels wait while God is here. 

4 Thou who hast dear ones far away, 
In foreign lands, 'mid ocean's spray, 
Pray for them now, and dry the tear, 
And trust the God who listens here. 

5 Thou who art mourning o'er thy sin, 
Deploring guilt that reigns within, 
The God of peace is ever near ; 
The troubled spirit meets Him here. 



5. 7s. M. 

SEEKING GOD. 

i Thirsting for a living spring, 
Seeking for a higher home, 
Resting where our souls must cling, 
Trusting, hoping, Lord, we come. 

2 Glorious hopes our spirit fill, 
When we feel that Thou art near : 
Father ! then our fears are still, 
Then the soul's bright end is clear. 

3 Life's hard conflict we would win, 
Read the meaning of life's frown; 
Change the thorn-bound wreath of sin 
For the spirit's starry crown. 

4 Make us beautiful within 
By Thy spirit's holy light : 

Guard us when our faith burns dim, 
Father of all love and might ! 



OPENING HYMNS. 



6. L. M. Heber 



THE SANCTUARY. 



Forth from the dark and stormy sky, 
Lord, to Thine altar's shade we fly; 
Forth from the world, its hope and fear, 
Father, we seek Thy shelter here : 
Weary and weak, Thy grace we pray ; 
Turn not, O Lord ! Thy guests away. 

Long have Ave roamed in want and pain. 
Long have we sought Thy rest in vain ; 
Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost, 
Long have our souls been tempest-tost : 
Low at Thy feet our sins we lay ; 
Turn not, O Lord ! Thy guests away. 



C. M. Springfield Coll 

THE SABBATH OF THE SOUL. 

i O Father, though the anxious fear 
May cloud to-morrow ? s way, 
No fear nor doubt shall enter here ; 
All shall be Thine to-day. 

2 We will not bring divided hearts 

To worship at Thy shrine ; 
But each unworthy thought departs, 
And leaves this temple Thine. 

3 Sleep, sleep to-day, tormenting cares, 

Of earth and folly born : 
Ye shall not dim the light that streams 
From this celestial morn. 
1* 



PUBLIC WORSHIP. 



To-morrow will be time enough 
To feel your harsh control ; 

Ye shall not violate this day, 
The sabbath of the soul. 



8. 8 & 7s. M. Wesleyax. 



LOVE DIVINE. 



i Love divine, all love excelling, 

Joy of heaven, to earth come down ! 
Fix in us Thy humble dwelling, 

All Thy faithful mercies crown. 
Father ! Thou art all compassion, 

Pure, unbounded love Thou art ; 
Visit us with Thy salvation, 

Enter every longing heart. 

2 Breathe, O,' 'breathe Thy loving spirit 

Into every troubled breast; 
Let us all in Thee inherit, 

Let us find Thy promised rest. 
Come, almighty to deliver, 

Let us all Thy life receive ; 
Graciously come down, and never, 

Never more Thy temples leave ! 



9. 8 & 7s. M. J. Taylor. 

SEEKING GOD'S PRESENCE. 

i Far from mortal cares retreating, 
Sordid hopes, and fond desires, 
Here our willing footsteps meeting, 
Every heart to heaven aspires. 



OPENING HYMNS. 

From the Fount of glory beaming, 
Light celestial cheers our eyes ; 

Mercy from above proclaiming 
Peace and pardon from the skies. 

Who may share this great salvation ?- 

Every pure and humble mind ; 
Every kindred, tongue, and nation, 

From the dross of guilt refined : 
Blessings all around bestowing, 

God withholds His care from none ; 
Grace and mercy ever flowing 

From the fountain of His throne. 

Every stain of guilt abhorring, 

Firm and bold in virtue's cause, 
Still Thy providence adoring, 

Faithful subjects to Thy laws, 
Lord ! with favor still attend us, 

Bless us with Thy wondrous love ; 
Thou, our sun and shield, defend us ; 

All our hope is from above. 



10, L. M. 



Gaskell 



1 IT IS GOOD TO BE HERE. 



i Unto Thy temple, God of love, 
Once more we come, with willing feet, 
To raise our thoughts this world above, 
And Thy paternal blessing meet. 

2 May all Thy purest presence feel, 
And silent keep each vain desire ; 
With humble hearts before Thee kneel, 
And unto holier strength aspire. 



PUBLIC WORSHIP. 

3 May all be bound in bonds more true 
To Thee, who art our life and light, 
That through each path which we pursue, 
We still may keep Thy love in sight. 

4 And may we, when the day shall close, 
Review its course without a fear ; 
And, nearer heaven than when it rose, 
Feel it is good to have been here. 



11. 7s. M. J. Taylor. 

ACCEPTABLE OFFERINGS. 

i Lord ! what offering shall we bring, 
At Thine altars when we bow ? 
Hearts, the pure, unsullied spring, 
Whence the kind affections flow : 

2 Willing hands, to lead the blind, 
Heal the wounded, feed the poor ; 
Love, embracing all our kind, 
Charity, with liberal store. 

3 Teach us, O thou Heavenly King, 
Thus to show our grateful mind, 
Thus the accepted offering bring, 
Love to Thee and all mankind. 



12. S. M. Anonymous. 



THE PLACE OF PRAYER. 



i Here, in this place of prayer, 
Father ! Thy face we seek : 

Grant us that blessed peace to share, 
Known to the pure and meek. 



OPENING HYMNS. 

2 Come then to holy prayer, 
Souls that seem lost in night ; 

Leave to the Lord your heavy care, 
Who giveth life and light. 

3 Come with a trusting prayer, 
Though fears press down your souls ; 

The Saviours promise, "I am there," 
Each saddening fear controls. 

4 Here, in this place of prayer, 
Let hearts in union meet : 

Come, cast the load you cannot bear 
Low at the Saviour's feet. 

5 Then from this house of prayer 
Shall mingling praise be given, 

And angels, 'mid the holy air, 
Shall bear the notes to heaven. 



13. L. M. 



Anonymous. 



THE LORD IS IN HIS HOLY TEMPLE. 

i Lo ! God is here ; let us adore, 
And humbly bow before His face ; 
Let all within us feel His power, 
Let all within us seek His peace. 

2 Lo ! God is here ; Him day and night 
United choirs of angels sing; 

To Him, enthroned above all height, 
Heaven's host their noblest praises bring. 

3 Being of beings ! may our praise 
Thy courts with grateful incense fill : 
Still may we stand before thy face, 
Still hear and do thy sovereign will. 



PUBLIC WORSHIP. 



More of Thy presence. Lord ! impart ; 
More of Thine image may we bear : 
O, fix Thy throne in every heart. 
And reign without a rival there. 



14. 7s. M. Bowring. 

THE TEMPLE. 

i In Thy courts let peace be found, 
Be Thy temple full of love ; 
Here we tread on holy ground, 
All serene, around, above. 

2 While the knee in prayer is bent, 
While with praise the heart overflows, 
Tranquillize the turbulent ! 

Give the weary one repose ! 

3 Be the place for worship meet, 
Meet the worship for the place ; 
Contemplation's blest retreat, 
Shrine of guilelessness and grace ! 

4 As an infant knows its home, 
Lord ! may we Thy temples know ; 
Hither for instruction come, 
Hence by Thee instructed go. 



15. 7s. M. 



Gray. 



SUPPLICATION. 



i Suppliant, lo ! Thy children bend, 
Father, for Thy blessing now ; 
Thou canst teach us, guide, defend ; 
We are weak, almighty Thou ! 



OPENING HYMNS. 

2 With the peace Thy word imparts 
Be the taught and teacher blessed ; 
In our lives, and in our hearts, 
Father ! be Thy laws impressed. 

3 Pour into each longing mind, 
Light and knowledge from above : 
Charity for all mankind, 
Trusting faith, enduring love. 



16. H. M. *WATTa 

HOW AMIABLE ARE THY TABERNACLES. 

i Lord of the worlds above, 
How pleasant and how fair 
The dwellings of Thy love, 
Thine earthly temples are ! 

To Thine abode 

My heart aspires, 

With warm desires 

To see my God. 

2 The sparrow for her young 
With pleasure seeks a nest, 
And wandering swallows long 
To find their wonted rest : 

My spirit faints, 
With equal zeal 
To rise and dwell 
Among Thy saints. 

3 O happy souls that pray 

To Him that heareth prayer ! 
O happy men that pay 
Their constant service there ! 



PUBLIC WORSHIP. 

They praise Thee still ; 
And happy they 
Who love the way 
To Zion's hill. 

They go from strength to strength, 
Though oft through pain and tears, 
Till each arrives at length, 
Till each in heaven appears : 

O glorious seat ! 

Our God and King 

Shall thither bring 

Our willing feet. 



17. 7s. M. J. Taylor. 

DEVOTION. 

i Lord, before Thy presence come, 
Bow we down with holy fear ; 
Call our erring footsteps home, 
Let us feel that Thou art near. 

2 Wandering thoughts and languid powers 
Come not where devotion kneels ; 

Let the soul expand her stores, 
Glowing with the joy she feels. 

3 At the portals of Thine house, 
We resign our earth-born cares ; 
Nobler thoughts our souls engross, 
Songs of praise and fervent prayers. 



OPENING HYMNS. 



18. L.M. Watts. 

HUNDREDTH PSALM. 

i Before Jehovah's awful throne, 
Ye nations bow with sacred joy ; 
Know that the Lord is God alone ; 
He can create, and He destroy. 

2 His sovereign power, without our aid, 
Gave life to clay, and formed us men ; 
And when like wandering sheep we strayed, 
He brought us to His fold again. 

3 We are His people, we His care, 
Our souls and all our mortal frame : 
What lasting honors shall we rear, 
Almighty Maker, to Thy name ? 

4 We '11 crowd Thy gates with thankful songs ; 
High as the heavens our voices raise ; 

And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, 
Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise. 

5 Wide as the world is Thy command, 
Vast as eternity Thy love, 

Firm as a rock Thy truth shall stand, 
When rolling years shall cease to move. 



19. C. M. 



BOWRING. 



THE HEART'S WORSHIP. 

The offerings to Thy throne which rise, 
Of mingled praise and prayer, 

Are but a worthless sacrifice, 
Unless the heart be there. 

2 



PUBLIC WORSHIP. 

2 Upon Thine all-discerning ear 

Let no vain words intrude ; 
No tribute but the vow sincere, — 
The tribute of the good. 

3 Our offerings will indeed be blest, 

If sanctified by Thee ; 
If Thy pure spirit touch the breast 
With its own purity. 

4 O, may that spirit warm each heart 

To piety and love, 
And to life's lowly vale impart 
Some rays from heaven above. 



20. P. m. 



Barton. 



WORSHIP IN SPIRIT. 



i Our God is a spirit, and they who aright 
Would offer the worship He loveth, 
In the heart' s holy temple will seek with delight 
The spirit the Father approveth. 

2 This, this is the worship the Saviour made 

known 
When she of Samaria found him 
By the Patriarch's well, sitting weary, alone, 
With the stillness of noontide around him. 

3 He having once entered hath shown us the way, 

O God ! how to worship before Thee, 

Not with the vain forms of that earlier day, 

But in spirit and truth to adore Thee. 



OPENING HYMNS. 
21. 7s. M. Wesley an. 

THE LIGHT OF LIFE. 

i Light of life, seraphic fire I 
Love divine, Thyself impart : 
Every fainting soul inspire ; 
Enter every drooping heart : 
Every mournful spirit cheer, 
Scatter all our doubt and gloom ; 
Father, in Thy grace appear, 
To Thy human temples come ! 

2 Come in this accepted hour, 
Bring Thy heavenly kingdom in ; 
Fill us with Thy glorious power, 
Rooting out the seeds of sin : 
Nothing more can we require, 
We can rest in nothing less : 
Be Thou all our heart's desire, 
All our joy and all our peace. 



^^» 7s. M. Bowring, 

EVERY GOOD GIFT FROM THE FATHER. 

i Father ! Thy paternal care 
Has my guardian been, my guide : 
Every hallowed wish and prayer 
Has Thy hand of love supplied : 
Thine is every thought of bliss, 
Left by hours and days gone by; 
Every hope Thine offspring is, 
Beaming from futurity. 



PUBLIC WORSHIP. 

Every sun of splendid ray ; 
Every moon that shines serene ; 
Every morn that welcomes day ; 
Every evening's twilight scene; 
Every hour which wisdom brings ; 
Every incense at Thy shrine ; 
These, — and all life's holiest things, 
And its fairest, — all are Thine. 

And for all, my hymns shall rise 
Daily to Thy gracious throne : 
Thither let my asking eyes 
Turn unwearied, righteous One ! 
Through life's strange vicissitude 
There reposing all my care ; 
Trusting still, through ill and good, 
Fixed, and cheered, and counselled there. 



^o« L. M. Frothingham. 



FOR SPIRITUAL INFLUENCES. 



i O God, whose presence glows in all 
Within, around us, and above ! 
Thy word we bless, Thy name we call, 
Whose word is Truth, whose name is Love. 

2 That truth be with the heart believed 
Of all who seek this sacred place ; 

With power proclaimed, in peace received, 
Our spirit's light, Thy spirit's grace. 

3 That love its holy influence pour, 
To keep us meek, and make us free; 
And throw its binding blessing more 
Round each with all, and all with Thee. 



OPENING HYMNS. 



Send down its angel to our side ; 
Send in its calm upon the breast ; 
For we would know no other guide, 
And we can need no other rest. 



24. L. M. H. Ware. 

COMING TOGETHER IN THE NAME OF JESUS. 

i Great God ! the followers of Thy Son, 
We bow before Thy mercy-seat, 
To worship Thee, the Holy One, 
And pour our wishes at Thy feet. 

2 O, grant Thy blessing here to-day ! 
O, give Thy people joy and peace ! 
The tokens of Thy love display, 
And favor, that shall never cease. 

3 We seek the truth which Jesus brought ; 
His path of light we long to tread ; 
Here be his holy doctrines taught, 

And here their purest influence shed. 

4 May faith, and hope, and love abound ; 
Our sins and errors be forgiven ; 

And we, from day to day, be found 
Children of God, and heirs of heaven. 



25. L. M. BOWRING. 



EVENING WORSHIP. 



i How shall we praise Thee, Lord of light ! 
How shall we all Thy love declare ! 
The earth is veiled in shades of night, 
But heaven is open to our prayer, — 

2* 



PUBLIC WORSHIP. 

That heaven, so bright with stars and suns, 
That glorious heaven which has no bound, 
Where the full tide of being runs, 
And life and beauty glow around. 

We would adore Thee, God sublime, 
Whose power and wisdom, love and grace, 
Are greater than the round of time, 
And wider than the bounds of space. 
Help us to praise Thee, Lord of light ! 
Help us Thy boundless love declare ; 
And, while we fill Thy courts to-night, 
Aid us, and hearken to our prayer. 



26. L. M. W. H. Burleigh 



EVENING WORSHIP. 



O Holy Father ! 'mid the calm 

And stillness of this evening hour, 

We would lift up our solemn psalm 

To praise Thy goodness, and Thy power : 

For over us, and over all, 

Thy tender mercies still extend, 

Nor vainly shall Thy children call 

On Thee, our Father and our Friend ! 

Kept by Thy goodness though the day, 
Thanksgiving to Thy name we pour ; 
Night o'er us, with its stars, — we pray 
Thy love, to guard us evermore ! 
In grief, console ; in gladness, bless ; 
In darkness, guide ; in sickness, cheer ; 
Till, in the Saviour's righteousness, 
Before Thy throne our souls appear ! 



PRAYERS. 

27. P. M. Anonymous. 

" TEACH US TO PRAY." 

i Teach us to pray ! 
O Father, we look up to Thee, 
And this our one request shall be, 
Teach us to pray ! 

2 Teach us to pray ! 

A form of words will not suffice. 
The heart must bring its sacrifice : 
Teach us to pray ! 

3 Teach us to pray ! 

To whom shall we Thy children turn ? 
Teach Thou the lesson we would learn, 
Teach us to pray ! 

4 Teach us to pray ! 

To Thee alone our hearts look up. 
Prayer is our only door of hope, 
Teach us to pray ! 



S-O. S. M. Montgomery, 

11 AFTER THIS MANNER PRAY YE." 

i Our Heavenly Father, hear 

The prayer we offer now : 
Thy name be hallowed far and near, 
To Thee all nations bow. 

2 Thy kingdom come ; Thy will 

On earth be done in love, 

As saints and seraphim fulfil 

Thy perfect law above. 



PUBLIC WORSHIP. 

3 Our daily bread supply, 
While by Thy word we live ; 

The guilt of our iniquity 
Forgive as we forgive. 

4 From dark temptation's power 
Our feeble hearts defend ; 

Deliver in the evil hour. 
And guide us to the end. 

5 Thine, then, forever be 
Glory and power divine ; 

The sceptre, throne, and majesty 
Of heaven and earth are Thine. 



29. C. M. C. Wesley. 

" THY KINGDOM COME." 

i Father and God of all mankind, 
And all the hosts above, 
Let every understanding mind 
Unite to praise Thy love. 

2 Thy kingdom come, with power and grace, 

To every heart of man ; 
Thy peace, and joy, and righteousness, 
In all our bosoms reign. 

3 The righteousness that never ends, 

But makes an end of sin ; 
The joy that human thought transcends. 
Now to our souls bring in : 

4 The kingdom of established peace, 

Which can no more remove ; 
The perfect powers of godliness, 
The omnipotence of Love. 



PRAYERS. 

30. 7S. M. *C0NDER. 

" GIVE US OUR DAILY BREAD." 

i Day by day the manna fell ; 
O, to learn this lesson well ! 
Still by constant mercy fed, 
Give us, Lord, our daily bread. 

2 " Day by day," the promise reads; 
Daily strength for daily needs ; 
Cast foreboding fears away ; 
Take the manna of to-day. 

3 Lord, our times are in Thy hand ; 
All our sanguine hopes have planned 
To Thy wisdom we resign, 

And would mould our wills to Thine. 

4 Thou our daily task shalt give ; 
Day by day to Thee we live ; 
So shall added years fulfil 

Not our own, our Father's will. 

5 O, to live exempt from care, 
By the energy of prayer ; 

Strong in faith, with mind subdued, 
Glowing yet with gratitude ! 



ol» C. M. # Montgomery. 



A PRAYER. 



i God of all grace, Ave come to Thee, 
With humble, prayerful hearts ; 
Give what Thine eye delights to see, 
Truth in the inward parts : 



PUBLIC WORSHIP. 

2 Give deep humility ; the sense 

Of holy sorrow give ; 
A strong, desiring confidence. 
To hear Thy voice and live : 

3 Patience, to watch, and wait, and weep, 

Though mercy long delay ; 
Courage, our fainting souls to keep, 
And trust Thee, though Thou slay. 

4 Give these, — and then Thy will be done ! 

Thus strengthened with all might, 
We, in the spirit of Thy Son, 
Shall pray, and pray aright. 



oJ. C. M. Montgomery. 



A PRAYER. 



i What shall we ask of God in prayer ? 
Whatever good we want ; 
Whatever man may seek to share, 
Or God in wisdom grant. 

2 Father of all our mercies, — Thou 

In whom we move and live ! 
Hear us in heaven, Thy dwelling, now, 
And answer, and forgive. 

3 When harassed by ten thousand foes, 

Our helplessness we feel, 

O, give the weary soul repose, 

The wounded spirit heal ! 

4 When dire temptations gather round, 

And threaten or allure, 
By storm or calm, in Thee be found 
A refuge strong and sure. 



PRAYERS. 



5 When age advances, may we grow 
In faith, in hope, and love ; 
And walk in holiness below 
To holiness above. 



33. 11 & 10s. M. * 

FOR DIVINE STRENGTH. 

i Father, in Thy mysterious presence kneeling, 
Fain would our souls feel all Thy kindling 
love ; 
For we are weak, and need some deep reveal- 
ing 
Of Trust and Strength and Calmness from 
above. 

2 Lord, we have wandered forth through doubt 

and sorrow, 

And Thou hast made each step an onward 
one ; 
And we will ever trust each unknown mor- 
row, — 

Thou wilt sustain us till its work is done. 

3 In the heart's depths a peace serene and holy 

Abides, and when pain seems to have her 

will, 
Or we despair, — O, may that peace rise 

slowly, 
Stronger than agony, and we be still ! 



PUBLIC WORSHIP. 

Now, Father, now, in Thy dear presence 
kneeling, 
Our spirits yearn to feel Thy kindling love ; 
Now make us strong, we need Thy deep 
revealing 
Of Trust and Strength and Calmness from 
above. 



34. L. M. Gaskell. 

SEEKING STRENGTH. 

i O God ! who knowest how frail we are, 
How soon the thought of good departs ; 
We pray that Thou wouldst feed the fount 
Of holy yearning in our hearts. 

2 Let not the choking cares of earth 
The precious springs of life o'er grow ; 
But, ever guarded by Thy love, 
Still purer may their waters flow. 

3 To Thee, with sweeter hope and trust, 
Be every day our spirits given ; 

And may we, while we walk on earth, 
Walk more as citizens of heaven. 



35. c. m. 



Anonymous 



DRAWING NEAR TO GOD. 



i From every fear and doubt, O Lord, 
In mercy set us free, 
While in the confidence of prayer 
Our hearts draw near to Thee ! 



PRAYERS. 

2 In all our trials, struggles, joys, 

Teach us Thy love to see, 
Which by the discipline of life 
Would draw us unto Thee. 

3 Our lives, devoted to Thy will, 

Our sacrifice shall be, 
And then will death, whene'er it come, 
But draw us nearer Thee. 



36. L. M. W. Scott. 

THE PILLAR AND CLOUD. 

i When Israel, of the Lord beloved, 
Out from the land of bondage came, 
Her fathers 7 God before her moved, 
An awful guide in smoke and flame. 

2 By day, along the astonished lands 
The cloudy pillar glided slow ; 

By night, Arabia's crimsoned sands 
Returned the fiery column's glow. 

3 Thus present still, though now unseen, 
When brightly shines the prosperous day, 
Be thoughts of Thee a cloudy screen, 

To temper the deceitful ray ! 

4 And, O, when gathers on our path 

In shade and storm the frequent night, 
Be Thou, long-suffering, slow to wrath, 
A burning and a shining light ! 
3 



PUBLIC WORSHIP. 



37 c. M. 



CMART. 
PRAYER FOR WISDOM. 



i Father of light ! conduct our feet 

Through life's dark, dangerous road; 
Let each advancing step still bring 
Us nearer to our God. 

2 Let heaven-eyed prudence be our guide ; 

And when we go astray, 
Recall our feet from folly's paths 
To wisdom's better way. 

3 That heavenly wisdom from above 

Abundantly impart ; 
And let it guard, and guide, and warm, 
And penetrate each heart ; 

4 Till it shall lead us to Thyself, 

Fountain of bliss and love ! 
And all our darkness be dispersed 
In endless light above. 



38 L. M. Mrs. Cotterill 

LIVING TO THE GLORY OF GOD. 

i O Thou, who hast at Thy command 
The hearts of all men in Thy hand ! 
Our wayward, erring hearts incline 
To know no other will but Thine. 

2 Our wishes, our desires, control ; 
Mould every purpose of the soul ; 
O'er all may we victorious be 
That stands between ourselves and Thee. 



PRAYERS. 

3 Thrice blest will all our blessings be, 
When we can look through them to Thee ; 
When each glad heart its tribute pays 

Of love, and gratitude- and praise. 

4 And while we to Thy glory live, 
May we to Thee all glory give, 
Until the final summons come, 

That calls Thy willing servants home. 



39. L. M. 



Anonymous. 



THE PEACE OF GOD. 



O Father ! lift our souls above, 
Till we find rest in Thy dear love; 
And still that Peace divine impart 
Which sanctifies the inmost heart, 
And makes each morn and setting sun 
But bring us nearer to Thy throne. 

May we our daily duties meet, 
Tread sin each day beneath our feet, 
And win that strength which doth Thy will 
And seeth Thee, and so is still ; 
And, fixed on Thy sustaining arm, 
Find daily food and know no harm. 

Help us with man in peace to live, 
Our brother's wrong in love forgive, 
And day and night the tempter flee 
Through strength which comes alone from 

Thee! 
Thus will our spirits find their rest, 
In Thy deep Peace forever blest. 



PUBLIC WORSHIP. 

40. 6 & 10s. M. Mrs. Hemans 

THE HEART'S INSPIRATION. 

i Father, who art on high ! 

Weak is the melody 
Of harp or song to reach Thy gracious ear, 

Unless the heart be there, 

Winging the words of prayer 
With its own fervent faith, or suppliant tear. 

2 O, let Thy spirit move 
O'er those who bend in love, 

Be Thou amidst them as a heavenly guest ; 

So shall our cry have power 

To win from Thee a shower 
Of healing gifts for every wounded breast. 

3 O, let Thy breath once more 
Within the soul restore 

Thine own first image, Holiest and Most High ! 

As a clear lake is filled 

With hues of heaven instilled, 
Down to the depths of its calm purity. 



41. C. M. H. Ware. 

FOR GOD'S PRESENCE. 

i Father in heaven, to whom our hearts 
Would lift themselves in prayer, 
Drive from our souls each earthly thought, 
And show Thy presence there. 

2 Each moment of our lives renews 
The mercies of the Lord ; 
Each moment is itself a gift 
To bear us on to God. 



PRAYERS. 

3 Help us to break the galling chains 

This world has round us thrown ; 
Each passion of our hearts subdue, 
Each cherished sin disown. 

4 O Father ! kindle in our souls 

A never-dying flame 
Of holy love, of grateful trust, 
In Thine almighty name. 



42. C. M. Doddridge. 



DOING ALL TO GOD. 



i Shine on our souls, Eternal God, 
With rays of beauty shine ; 
O, let Thy favor crown our days, 
And all their round be Thine ! 

2 Did we not raise our hands to Thee, 

Our hands might toil in vain ; 
Small joy success itself could give 
If Thou Thy love restrain. 

3 With Thee let every week begin, 

With Thee each day be spent, 
For Thee each fleeting hour improved, 
Since each by Thee is lent. 

4 Midst hourly cares may love present 

Its incense at Thy throne ; 
And while the world our hands employs, 
Our hearts be Thine alone. 
3* 



PUBLIC WORSHIP. 

4o. C. M. Montgomery, 

PRAYER FOR WISDOM. 

i Almighty God, in humble prayer 
To Thee our souls we lift ; 
Do Thou our waiting minds prepare 
For Thy most needful gift. 

2 We ask not golden streams of wealth 

Along our path to flow ; 
We ask not undecaying health. 
Nor length of years below : 

3 We ask not honors, which an hour 

May bring and take away ; 
We ask not pleasure, pomp, or power, 
Lest we should go astray : 

4 We ask for wisdom : Lord, impart 

The knowledge how to live : 
A wise and understanding heart 
To all before Thee give. 

5 The young remember Thee in youth, 

Before the evil days ! 
The old be guided by Thy truth 
In wisdom's pleasant ways ! 



44. L. M. H. Mocre. 

MANLINESS AND FREEDOM. 

Supreme and universal Light ! 
Fountain of reason ! Judge of right ! 
Parent of good ! whose blessings flow 
On all above, and all below : 



i 



PRAYERS. 

2 Assist us, Lord, to act, to be, 
What nature and Thy laws decree ; 
Worthy that intellectual flame, 
Which from Thy breathing spirit came. 

3 Our moral freedom to maintain, 
Bid passion serve, and reason reign, 
Self-poised and independent still 
On this world's varying good or ill. 

4 No slave to profit, shame, or fear, 
O, may our steadfast bosoms bear 

The stamp of heaven, — an upright heart, 
Above the mean disguise of art ! 

5 May our expanded souls disclaim 
The narrow view, the selfish aim ; 
But with a Christian zeal embrace 
Whate'er is friendly to our race. 

6 O Father ! grace and virtue grant ; 
No more we wish, no more we want : 
To know, to serve Thee, and to love, 
Is peace below, — is bliss above. 



3. CM. Methodist. 

MADE PERFECT IN LOVE. 

i Father, united by Thy grace, 
And each to each endeared, 
With confidence we seek Thy face, 
And know our prayer is heard. 



PUBLIC WORSHIP. 

2 Touched by the loadstone of Thy love, 

Let all our hearts agree ; 
And ever towards each other move, 
And ever move towards Thee. 

3 Grant this, and then from all below 

Insensibly remove ! 
Our souls their change shall scarcely know, 
Made perfect first in love. 

4 To us the ministry be given, 

Which angels have above ; 
For love can make on earth a heaven, 
And heaven is only love. 



46. 11 & 10s. M. *J. F. Clarke. 

•PRAYER FOR STRENGTH. 

i Father, to us Thy children, humbly kneeling, 
Conscious of weakness, ignorance, sin and 
shame, 
Give such a force of holy thought and feeling, 
That we may live to glorify Thy name : 

2 That we may conquer base desire and pas- 
sion, 
That we may -rise from selfish thought and 
will, 
O'ercome the world's allurement, threat, and 
fashion, 
Walk humbly, gently, leaning on Thee still. 



PRAISE. 

Let all Thy goodness by our minds be seen, 
Let all Thy mercy on our souls be sealed , 
Lord, if Thou wilt, Thy power can make us 
clean, 
O, speak the word ! Thy servants shall be 
healed. 



47. 8 & 7s. M. Ancient Hymns. 



THRICE HOLY. 



i " Lord, Thy glory fills the heaven ; 

Earth is with its fulness stored ; 
Unto Thee be glory given, 

Holy, holy, holy Lord!" 
Heaven is still with anthems ringing ; 

Earth takes up the angels' cry, 
" Holy, holy, holy," singing, 

" Lord of hosts, the Lord most High ! " 

2 Ever thus in God's high praises, 

Brethren, let our tongues unite, 
Whilst our thoughts His greatness raises, 

And our love His gifts excite. 
With His seraph train before Him, 

With His holy church below, 
Thus unite we to adore Him, 

Bid we thus our anthem flow : — 

3 " Lord, Thy glory fills the heaven ; 

Earth is with its fulness stored ; 
Unto Thee be glory given, 
Holy, holy, holy Lord ! 



PUBLIC WORSHIP. 



Thus, Thy glorious name confessing, 

We adopt the angels' cry, 
' Holy, holy, holy,' — blessing 

Thee, the Lord our God most High !" 



4o. 7s. M. * Montgomery. 

SONGS OF PRAISE. 

i Songs of praise the angels sang, 
Heaven with hallelujahs rang, 
When, Creation's work begun, 
Spake the Lord, and it was done. 

2 Songs of praise awoke the morn, 
When the Prince of Peace was born ; 
Songs of praise arose, when he 
Captive led captivity. 

3 Heaven and earth must pass away, 
Songs of praise shall crown that day ; 
God will make new heavens and earth, 
Songs of praise shall hail their birth. 

4 And shall man alone be dumb, 
Till that glorious kingdom come ? 
No ; his heart delights to raise 
Psalms and hymns and songs of praise. 

5 Saints below, with heart and voice, 
Still in songs of praise rejoice, 
Learning here, by faith and love, 
Songs of praise to sing above 



PRAISE. 



49. P. M. Heber. 

THRICE HOLY. 

i Holy, holy, holy Lord God Almighty ! 

Early in the morning our song shall rise 
to Thee ; 
Holy, holy, holy ! merciful and mighty ! 
All Thy works shall praise Thy name in. 
earth, sky, and sea. 

2 Holy, holy, holy ! all the saints adore Thee, 

Casting down their golden crowns around 

the glassy sea ; 
Cherubim and seraphim falling down before 

Thee, 
Thou who wast, and art, and evermore 

shalt be ! 

3 Holy, holy, holy! Though the darkness 

hide Thee, 
Though the eye of sinful man Thy glory 
may not see, 
Only Thou art holy, there is none beside 
Thee, 
Infinite in power, in love, and purity ! 



50. C. M. Patrick. 

TE DEUM. 

i O God ! we praise Thee, and confess 
That Thou the only Lord 
And everlasting Father art, 
By all the earth adored. 



PUBLIC WORSHIP. 

z To Thee all angels cry aloud ; 
To Thee the powers on high, 
Both cherubim and seraphim, 
Continually do cry : 

3 " O holy, holy, holy Lord, 

Whom heavenly hosts obey, 
The world is with the glory filled 
Of Thy majestic sway." 

4 The apostles' glorious company, 

And prophets crowned with light, 
With all the martyrs' noble host, 
Thy constant praise recite. 

5 The holy church throughout the world, 

O Lord, confesses Thee, 
That Thou the Eternal Father art, 
Of boundless majesty. 



51. 8 & 7s. M. Dublin Coll. 

PRAISE YE THE LORD. 

i Praise the Lord ! ye heavens adore Him ' 

Praise Him, angels in the height ; 
Sun and moon rejoice before Him ; 

Praise Him, all ye stars of light ! 
Praise the Lord, for He hath spoken ; 

Worlds His mighty voice obeyed ; 
Laws, which never can be broken, 

For their guidance He hath made. 

2 Praise the Lord ! for He is glorious ; 
Never shall His promise foil ; 
God hath made His saints victorious, 
Sin and death shall not prevail : 



PRAISE. 



Praise the God of our salvation, 
Hosts on high His power proclaim ; 

Heaven and earth, and all creation, 
Praise and magnify His name ! 



52. P. M. *B0WRING. 

GLAD HOMAGE. 

i Father of Spirits ! humbly bent before Thee. 
Songs of glad homage unto Thee we bring ; 
Touched by Thy spirit. O, teach us to adore 
Thee; 
Let Thy light attend us, 
Let Thy love befriend us, 
Father of our spirits, Everlasting King! 

2 Send forth Thy mandate, gather in the 
nations, 
Through the wide universe Thy name be 
known, 
Millions of voices shall join in adorations, 
Every soul invited, 
Every voice united, 
Joining to adore Thee, Everlasting One ! 



53. 7s. M. J. Taylor. 

GLORY TO GOD. 

i Glory be to God on high, 
God whose glory fills the sky ! 
Peace on earth to man forgiven, 
Man, the well-beloved of heaven ! 
4 



PUBLIC WORSHIP. 

2 Favored mortals, raise the song ; 
Endless thanks to God belong ; 
Hearts o'erflowing with His praise, 
Join the hymns your voices raise. 

3 Mark the wonders of His hand ; 
Power, no empire can withstand ; 
Wisdom, angels' glorious theme ; 
Goodness, one eternal stream ! 

4 Gracious Being ! from Thy throne 
Send Thy promised blessings down ; 
Let Thy light, Thy truth, Thy peace, 
Bid our selfish passions cease. 



54. 7s. M. Bowring. 



LOWLY PRAISE. 



Lord, in heaven, Thy dwelling-place, 
Hear the praises of our race, 
And, while hearing, let Thy grace 
Dews of sweet forgiveness pour : 
While we know, benignant King, 
That the praises which we bring 
Are a feeble offering, 
Till Thy blessing makes it more. 

More of truth, and more of might, 
More of love, and more of light, 
More of reason, and of right. 
From Thy pardoning grace be given ! 
This can make the humblest song 
Sweet, acceptable, and strong, 
As the strains the angels' throng 
Pour around the throne of heaven. 



PRAISE. 



55. p. m. 



Hogg. 



PRAISE TO THE GOD OF NATURE. 



i Blessed be Thy name forever, 
Thou of life the Guard and Giver ! 
Thou who slumberest not nor sleepest, 
Blest are they Thou kindly keepest ! 
God of stillness and of motion, 
Of the rainbow, and the ocean, 
Of the mountain, rock, and river, 
Blessed be Thy name forever ! 

2 God of evening's peaceful ray ! 
God of every dawning day, 
Rising from the distant sea 
Breathing of eternity ; 
Thine the flaming sphere of light, 
Thine the darkness of the night ! 
God of life, that fade shall never ! 
Glory to Thy name forever ! 



OU. L. M. Anonymous. 

PERPETUAL PRAISE. 

i My God ! in morning's radiant hour 
To Thee will I lift up my heart ; 
The shades of night obey Thy power, 
And at Thy sun's bright beams depart. 

2 Father and Guardian! to Thy shrine 
The life Thou shieldest will I bring; 
All, great Creator ! all is Thine ; 
The heart my noblest offering ! 



PUBLIC WORSHIP. 

3 The morning light shall see my prayer, 
The noonday calm shall know my praise ; 
And evening's still and fragrant air 

My grateful hymn to Thee shall raise. 

4 So shall sweet thoughts and hopes sublime 
My constant inspirations be ; 

And every shifting scene of time 
Reflect, my God, a light from Thee ! 



57. 7s. M. Gaskell. 



DOXOLOGY. 



Father ! glory be to Thee, 
Source of all the good we see ! 
Glory for the blessed Light 
Rising on the ancient night ! 
Glory for the hopes that come 
Streaming through the silent tomb ! 
Glory for Thy spirit given, 
Guiding us in peace to heaven ! 



58. 8 & 7s. M. 



BlCKERSTETH. 



CLOSING HYMN. 



i Israel's Shepherd, guide us, feed us, 
Through our pilgrimage below, 
And beside the waters lead us, 
Where Thy flock rejoicing go. 

2 Lord, Thy guardian presence ever, 
Meekly kneeling, we implore ; 
We have found Thee, and would never, 
Never wander from Thee more. 



CLOSING HYMNS. 



59. L. M. Chr. Psalmist. 

THE HEAVENLY GUARDIAN. 

i As every day Thy mercy spares 
Will bring its trials or its cares, 
O Father, till my life shall end, 
Be Thou my counsellor and friend ! 
Teach me Thy statutes all divine, 
And let Thy will be always mine ! 

2 When each day's scenes and labors close, 
And wearied nature seeks repose, 
With pardoning mercy, richly blest, 
Guard me, my Father, while I rest ; 
And as each morning sun shall rise, 
O, lead me onward to the skies ! 



60. 8 & 7s. M. Sarah F. Adams. 

PEACE BE WITH YOU. 

i Part in peace ! is day before us ? 
Praise His name for life and light ; 
Are the shadows lengthening o'er us ? 
Bless His care who guards the night. 

2 Part in peace ! with deep thanksgiving, 

Rendering, as we homeward tread, 
Gracious service to the living, 
Tranquil memory to the dead. 

3 Part in peace ! such are the praises 

God, our Maker, loveth best ; 
Such the worship that upraises 
Human hearts to heavenly rest. 
4# 



PUBLIC WORSHIP. 

61. 8 & 7s. M. Anonymous. 

THE PEACE OF GOD. 

Peace of God, which knows no measure, 

Heavenly sunlight of the soul, 
Peace beyond all earthly treasure, 

Come and all our hearts control ! 
Come, almighty to deliver ! 

Naught shall make us then afraid ; 
We will trust in Thee forever, 

Thou on whom our hope is stayed ! 



$2. 7s. M. Beard's Coll. 



PRAYER FOR GUIDANCE. 



i Guide us, Lord ! while, hand in hand, 
Journeying toward the better land ; 
Foes we know are to be met, 
Snares the pilgrim's path beset; 
Clouds upon the valley rest, 
Rough and dark the mountain's breast; 
And our home may not be gained, 
Save through trials well sustained. 

2 Guide us, while we onward move, 
Linked in closest bonds of love, 
Striving for the holy mind, 
And the soul from sense refined ; 
That when life no longer burns, 
And the dust to dust returns, 
With the strength which Thou hast given 
We may rise to Thee and heaven. 



CLOSING HYMNS. 

God of mercy ! on Thee, all 
Humbly for Thy guidance call ; 
Save us from the evil tongue, 
From the heart that thinketh wrong, 
From the sins, whate'er they be, 
That divide the soul from Thee. 
God of grace ! on Thee we rest ; 
Bless us, and we shall be blest. 



63. L. M. 



Watts. 



doxology. 



1 From all that dwell below the skies 
Let the Creator's praise arise ! 

Let the Redeemer's name be sung, 
Through every land, by every tongue ! 

2 Eternal are Thy mercies, Lord ! 
Eternal truth attends Thy word ; 

Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, 
Till sims shall rise and set no more. 



64. 8 & 7s. M. Anonymous. 



GO IN PEACE. 



i Go in peace ! — serene dismission 
To the loving heart made known, 
When it pours in deep contrition 
Prayer before the eternal throne. 

2 Go in peace ! thy sins forgiven, 

Christ hath healed thee, set thee free ; 
Every spirit-fetter riven, 
Go in peace, and liberty ! 



PUBLIC WORSHIP. 



Saviour ! breathe this benediction 
O'er our spirits while we pray ; 

Let us part in sweet conviction 
Thou hast blessed our souls to-day. 



65. C. M. Heber. 

THE SEED OF THE WORD. 

i O God, by whom the seed is given. 
By whom the harvest blest ; 
Whose word, like mamia showered from 
heaven, 
Is planted in our breast ; 

2 Preserve it from the passing feet, 

And plunderers of the air ; 
The sultry sun's in tenser heat, 
And weeds of worldly care ! 

3 Though buried deep, or thinly strewn, 

Do Thou Thy grace supply ; 
The hope, in earthly furrows sown, 
Shall ripen in the sky. 



66. L. M. Gaskell. 



WALKING WITH GOD. 



Through all this life's eventful road, 
Fain would I walk with Thee, my God ; 
And make Thy presence light around, 
And every step on holy ground. 



CLOSING HYMNS. 

2 Each blessing would I trace to Thee, 
In every grief Thy mercy see ; 

And through the paths of duty move, 
Conscious of Thine encircling love. 

3 And when the angel Death stands by, 
Be this my strength, that Thou art nigh ; 
And this my joy, that I shall be 

With those who dwell in light with Thee. 



67. L. M. Doddridge. 



CHRISTIAN FAREWELL. 



i Thy presence, ever living God ! 
Wide through all nature spreads abroad ; 
Thy watchful eyes, which never sleep, 
In every place Thy children keep. 

2 While near each other we remain, 
Thou dost our lives and powers sustain ; 
When separate, we rejoice to share 
Thy counsels, and Thy gracious care. 

3 To Thee we now commit our ways, 
And still implore Thy heavenly grace ; 
Still cause Thy face on us to shine, 
And guard and guide us still as Thine. 

4 Give us within Thy house to raise 
Again united songs of praise ; 

Or, if that joy no more be known, 
Give us to meet around Thy throne. 



PUBLIC WORSHIP. 



68, C. M. Anonymous. 

FOR GUIDANCE AND PROTECTION. 

i God of our fathers ! by whose hand 
Thy people still are blest, 
Be with us through our pilgrimage, 
Conduct us to our rest. 

2 Through each perplexing path of life 

Our wandering footsteps guide ; 
Give us each day our daily bread, 
And raiment fit provide. 

3 O, spread Thy sheltering wings around, 

Till all our wanderings cease, 
And at our Father's loved abode 
Our souls arrive in peace. 

4 To Thee, our Father and our God, 

We our whole souls resign ; 
And thankful own, that all we are 
And all we have is Thine. 



69. 7s. M. * Newton. 

GOD EVER NEAR. 

i As the sun's enlivening eye 
Shines on every place the same; 
So the Lord is always nigh 
To the souls that love His name. 

2 When they move at duty's call, 
He is with them by the way ; 
He is ever with them all, 
Those who go and those who stay. 



CLOSING HYMNS. 

3 From His holy mercy-seat 
Nothing can their souls confine ; 
Still in spirit they may meet, 
And in sweet communion join. 

4 Father, hear our humble prayer ! 
Tender Shepherd of Thy sheep, 
Let Thy mercy and Thy care 
All our souls in safety keep. 

5 In Thy strength may we be strong ; 
Sanctify each cross and pain ; 
Give us, if Thou wilt, ere long 
Here to meet in peace again. 



70. 8, 7, & 4s. M. Anonymous, 



DISMISSION. 



i Lord ! dismiss us with Thy blessing, 
Hope and comfort from above ; 
Let us each, Thy peace possessing, 
Triumph in redeeming love : 
Still support us 
While in duty's path we move. 

2 Thanks Ave give, and adoration, 
For the gospel's joyful sound ; 
May the fruits of Thy salvation 
In our hearts and lives aboimd ; 
May Thy presence 
With us evermore be found ! 



n. GOD. 



71. L. M. Langk 



THE MOST HIGH GOD. 



f 



Unchangeable, all-perfect Lord ! 

Essential life's unbounded sea ! 

What lives and moves, lives by Thy word ; 

It lives and moves and is, from Thee ! 

Whatever in earth, or sea, or sky. 

Or shuns, or meets, the wandering thought, 

Escapes, or strikes, the searching eye, 

By Thee was to existence brought. 

High is Thy power above all height, 
Whatever Thy will decrees is done; 
Thy wisdom, holiness and might 
Can by no finite mind be known. 
What our dim eyes could never see, 
Is plain and naked in Thy sight; 
What thickest darkness veils, to Thee 
Shines clearly as the morning light. 

Thine, Lord, is holiness, alone : 
Justice and Truth before Thee stand : 
Yet, nearer to Thy sacred throne, 
Love ever dwells at Thy right hand. 
And to Thy love and ceaseless care, 
Father ! this light, this breath, we owe ; 
And all we have, and all we are 
From Thee, great Source of Life ! doth flow. 



GOD. 

72. 7s. M. Gaskell, 

THE ALL-SEEING GOD. 

i Mighty God ! the first, the last ! 
What are ages, in Thy sight, 
But as yesterday when past, 
Or a watch within the night ? 

2 All that being ever knew, 

Far, far back, ere time had birth, 
Stands as clear within Thy view 
As the present things of earth. 

3 All that being e'er shall know 

On, still on, through farthest years, 

All eternity can show, 

Bright before Thee now appears. 

4 In Thine all-embracing sight, 
Every change its purpose meets, 
Every cloud floats into light, 
Every woe its glory greets. 

5 Whatsoe'er our lot may be, 
Calmly in this thought we '11 rest, — 
Could we see as Thou dost see, 

We should choose it as the best. 



73. S & 7s. M. 



BOWRING 



GOD IS TRUTH AND LOVE. 



God is love ; His mercy brightens 
All the path in which we move ; 

Bliss He wakes, and woe He lightens : 
God is wisdom. God is love. 
5 



GOD. 

2 Chance and change are busy ever ; 

Man decays, and ages move ; 
But His mercy waneth never ; 
God is wisdom, God is love. 

3 E'en the hour that darkest seemeth 

Will His changeless goodness prove : 
From the gloom His brightness streameth ; 
God is wisdom, God is love. 

4 He with earthly cares entwineth 

Hope and comfort from above ; 
Everywhere His glory shineth ; 
God is wisdom, God is love. 



74. P. M. Anonymous. 

GOD IS LOVE. 

i I cannot always trace the way 
Where Thou, almighty One, dost move, 
But I can always, always say 
That God is love. 

2 When fear her chilling mantle throws 
O'er earth, my soul to heaven above, 
As to her native home, upsprings, 
For God is love. 

i When mystery clouds my darkened path, 
I'll check my dread, my doubts reprove ; 
In this my soul sweet comfort hath, 
That God is love. 



GOD. 



4 Yes, God is love; — a thought like this 
Can every gloomy thought remove 
And turn all tears, all woes, to bliss, 
For God is love. 



75. L. M. Sterling 

LOVE SUPREME IN GOD. 

i O Source divine, and Life of all, 
The Fount of being's wondrous sea! 
Thy depth would every heart appall, 
That saw not Love supreme in Thee. 

2 We shrink before Thy vast abyss, 
Where worlds on worlds eternal brood ; 
We know Thee truly but in this, 
That Thou bestowest all our good. 

3 And so, 'mid boundless time and space, 
O, grant us still in Thee to dwell, 

And through the ceaseless web to trace 
Thy presence working all things well ! 

4 Nor let Thou life's delightful play 
Thy truth's transcendent vision hide ; 
Nor strength and gladness lead astray 
From Thee, our nature's only guide. 

5 Bestow on every joyous thrill 
Thy deeper tone of reverent awe ; 
Make pure Thy children's erring will, 
And teach their hearts to love Thy law ! 



GOD. 



76. L. M. * 

GOD KNOWN THROUGH LOVE. 

i No human eyes Thy face may see ; 
No human thought Thy form may know ; 
But all creation dwells in Thee, 
And Thy great life through all doth flow ! 

2 And yet, O strange and wondrous thought ! 
Thou art a God who hearest prayer, 
And every heart with sorrow fraught 

To seek Thy present aid may dare. 

3 And though most weak our efforts seem 
Into one creed these thoughts to bind, 
And vain the intellectual dream, 

To see and know the Eternal Mind, — 

4 Yet Thou wilt turn them not aside, 
Who cannot solve Thy life divine, 
But would give up all reason's pride 

To know their hearts approved by Thine. 

5 And Thine unceasing love gave birth 
To our dear Lord, Thy holy Son, 
Who left a perfect proof on earth, 
That Duty, Love, and Truth are one. 

6 So, though we faint on life's dark hill, 

And Thought grow weak, and Knowledge 

flee, 
Yet Faith shall teach us courage still, 
And Love shall guide us on to Thee ! 



GOD. 

77. 10s. M. Jones Very. 

god's fatherly care. 

i Father ! there is no change to live with Thee, 
Save that in Christ I grow from day to day ; 
In each new word I hear, each thing I see, 
I but rejoicing hasten on my way. 

2 The morning comes, with blushes overspread, 
And I, new-wakened, find a morn within ; 
And in its modest dawn around me shed, 
Thou hear' st the prayer and the ascending 

hymn. 

3 Hour follows hour, the lengthening shades 

descend ; 
Yet they could never reach as far as me. 
Did not Thy love its kind protection lend, 
That I, Thy child, might sleep in peace with 

Thee. 



7o. L. M. ■ Bryant. 



LOVING-KINDNESS OF GOD. 



i Father, to Thy kind love we owe 
All that is fair and good below; 
Bestower of the health that lies 
On tearless cheeks and cheerful eyes ! 

2 Giver of sunshine and of rain ! 
Ripener of fruits on hill and plain ! 
Fountain of light, that rayed afar, 
Fills the vast urns of sun and star ! 



GOD. 

3 Who send 7 st Thy storms and frosts to bind 
The plagues that rise to waste mankind ; 
Then breathest, o'er the naked scene, 
Spring gales, and life, and tender green. 

4 Yet deem we not that thus alone, 
Thy mercy and Thy love are shown ; 
For we have learned, with higher praise, 
And holier names, to speak Thy ways. 

5 In woe's dark hour, our kindest stay ! 
Sole trust when life shall pass away ! 
Teacher of hopes that light the gloom 
Of death, and consecrate the tomb ! 



79. 10s. M. 



Jones Very. 



GOD NOT AFAR OFF. 



i Father ! Thy wonders do not singly stand, 
Nor far removed where feet have seldom 

strayed ; 
Around us ever lies the enchanted land, 
In marvels rich to Thine own sons displayed. 

2 In finding Thee are all things round us found ! 
In losing Thee are all things lost beside ! 
Ears have we, but in vain sweet voices sound, 
And to our eyes the vision is denied. 

3 Open our eyes that we that world may see ! 
Open our ears that we Thy voice may hear ! 
And in the spirit-land may ever be, 

And feel Thy presence with us always near ; 



GOD. 

No more to wander 'mid the things of time, 
No more to suffer death or earthly change ; 
But with the Christian's joy and faith sub- 
lime, 
Through all Thy vast, eternal scenes to range. 



80. C. M. Montgomery. 

THE EARTH FULL OF GOD. 

i God, in the high and holy place, 
Looks down upon the spheres ; 
Yet in His providence and grace 
To every eye appears. 

2 He bows the heavens ; the mountains stand, 

A highway for our God : 
He walks amidst the desert-land ; 
'Tis Eden where He trod. 

3 The forests in His strength rejoice ; 

Hark ! on the evening breeze, 
As once of old, the Lord God's voice 
Is heard among the trees. 

4 In every stream His bounty flows, 

Diffusing joy and wealth : 
In every breeze His Spirit blows, — 
The breath of life and health. 

5 His blessings fall in plenteous showers 

Upon the lap of earth, 
That teems witli foliage, fruits, and flowers, 
And rings with infant mirth. 



GOD. 



6 If God hath made this world so fair. 
Where sin and death abound. 
How beautiful beyond compare 
Will Paradise be found ! 



81. L. M. 



PlERPONT. 



EVERY PLACE A TEMPLE. 



i O Thou, to whom, in ancient time, 
The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung ; 
Whom kings adored in songs sublime, 
And prophets praised with glowing tongue: 

2 Not now on Zion's height alone 
Thy favored worshippers may dwell ; 
Nor where, at sultry noon, Thy Son 
Sat weary, by the Patriarch's well. 

3 From every place below the skies, 

The grateful song, the fervent prayer, — 
The incense of the heart, — may rise 
To heaven, and find acceptance there. 

4 To Thee shall age, with snowy hair, 
And strength, and beauty, bend the knee ; 
And childhood lisp, with reverent air, 

Its praises and its prayers to Thee ! 

5 O Thou, to whom, in ancient time, 
The lyre of prophet bards was strung,. 
To Thee, at last, in every clime, 
Shall temples rise, and praise be sung ! 



GOD. 

O^. 7s. M. Methodist. 

GOD EVERYWHERE PRESENT. 

i They who seek the throne of grace 
Find that throne in every place ; 
If we live a life of prayer, 
God is present everywhere. 

2 In our sickness and our health, 
In our want, or in our wealth, 
If we look to God in prayer, 
God is present everywhere. 

3 When our earthly comforts fail, 
When the woes of life prevail, 
? Tis the time for earnest prayer; — 
God is present everywhere . 

4 Then, my soul, in every strait 
To thy Father come, and wait ; 
He will answer every prayer ; — 
God is present everywhere. 



&*}• L. M. Moore. 

GOD IN ALL. 

i There's nothing bright, above, below, 
From flowers that bloom to stars that glow, 
But in its light my soul can see 
Some feature of the Deity. 



GOD. 

2 There's nothing dark, below, above, 
But in its gloom I trace Thy love, 
And meekly wait the moment when 
Thy touch shall make all bright again. 

3 The heavens, the earth, where'er I look, 
Shall be one pure and shining book, 
Where I may read, in words of flame, 
The glories of Thy wondrous name. 



84. L. M. Moorr. 

god's presence in nature. 

i Thou art, O God, the life and light 
Of all this wondrous world we see ; 
Its glow by day, its smile by night, 
Are but reflections caught from Thee : 
Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine, 
And all things fair and bright are Thine. 

2 When day, with farewell beam, delays 
Among the opening clouds of even, 
And we can almost think we gaze 
Through golden vistas into heaven, 
Those hues that make the sun's decline 
So soft, so radiant, Lord, are Thine. 

3 When night, with wings of starry gloom, 
O'ershadows all the earth and skies, 

Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plume 
Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes, 
That sacred gloom, those fires divine, 
So grand, so countless, Lord, are Thine. 



GOD IN NATURE. 

When youthful spring around us breathes, 
Thy spirit warms her fragrant sigh ; 
And every flower the summer wreathes 
Is born beneath Thy kindling eye : 
Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine, 
And all things fair and bright are Thine. 



oO. C. M. Whittier 

nature's worship. 

i The ocean looketh up to heaven. 
As 'twere a living thing; 
The homage of its waves is given, 
In ceaseless worshipping. 

2 They kneel upon the sloping sand 

As bends the human knee ; 
A beautiful and tireless band, 
The priesthood of the sea. 

3 The mists are lifted from the rills, 

Like the white wing of prayer ; 
They kneel above the ancient hills, 
As doing homage there. 

4 The forest-tops are lowly cast 

O'er breezy hill and glen, 
As if a prayerful spirit passed 
On nature as on men. 

5 The sky is as a temple's arch : 

The blue and wavy air 
Is glorious with the spirit march 
Of messengers at prayer. 



GOD. 



86. L. M. H. M. Williams. 



GOD IN NATURE. 



i My God ! all nature owns Thy sway ; 
Thou giv'st the night and Thou the day : 
When all Thy loved creation wakes, 
When morning, rich in lustre, breaks, 
And bathes in dew the opening flower, 
To Thee we owe her fragrant hour ; 
And when she pours her choral song, 
Her melodies to Thee belong. 

t Or when, in paler tints arrayed, 
The evening slowly spreads her shade, 
That soothing shade, that grateful gloom, 
Can, more than day's enlivening bloom, 
Still every fond and vain desire, 
And calmer, purer thoughts inspire ; 
From earth the longing spirit free, 
And lead the softened heart to Thee. 

3 As o'er Thy work the seasons roll, 
And soothe, with change of bliss, the soul, 
O, never may their smiling train 
Pass o'er the human sense in vain ! 
But, oft as on their charms we gaze, 
Attune the wondering soul to praise ; 
And be the joys that most we prize 
The joys that from Thy favor rise ! 



GOD IN NATURE. 



87. L. M. Wreford 

GOD IN HIS WORKS AND WORD. 

i God of the ocean, earth, and sky, 
In Thy bright presence we rejoice ; 
We feel Thee, see Thee ever nigh, 
And gladly hear Thy gracious voice. 

2 We feel Thee in the sunny beam ; 

We see Thee walk the mountain waves ; 
We hear Thee in the murmuring stream, 
And when the tempest wildly raves. 

3 God on the lonely hills we meet, 
God, in the vale and fragrant grove, 
While birds and whispering winds repeat, 
That God is there, — the God of love. 

4 We meet Thee in the pensive hour 
When wearied nature sinks to rest ; 

When dies the breeze, and sleeps the flower, 
And peace is given to every breast. 

5 We see Thee when, at eve, afar 
We upward lift our wondering sight, 
We see Thee in each silent star 
That glorifies the gloom of night. 

6 But better still, and still more clear, 
Thee in Thy holy Son we see ; 

There Thy own glorious words we hear, 
And learn the way to heaven and Thee. 
6 



GOD 

88. L. M. Fox's Hymns 

THE GREAT TEMPLE. 

i Though wandering in a stranger-land, 
Though on the waste no altar stand, 
Take comfort ! thou art not alone, 
While Faith hath marked thee for her own. 

2 Wouldst thou a temple ? look above, — 
The heavens stretch over all in love ; 
A book ? for thine evangel scan 

The wondrous history of man. 

3 And though no organ-peal be heard, 
In harmony the winds are stirred ; 
And there the morning stars upraise 
Their ancient songs of deathless praise. 



89. L. M. 



W. H. Burleigh 



THE HEAVENS DECLARE THE GLORY OF GOD. 

Not only doth the voiceful day 
Thy loving kindness, Lord ! proclaim, 
But night, with its sublime array 
Of worlds, doth magnify Thy name. 
Yea, while adoring seraphim 
Before Thee bend the willing knee, 
From every star a choral hymn 
Goes up unceasingly to Thee. 

Day unto day doth utter speech, 

And night to night Thy voice makes known ; 

Through all the earth, where thought may 

reach, 
Is heard the glad and solemn tone ; 



GOD IN THE SOUL. 



And worlds, beyond the farthest star 
Whose light hath reached a human eye, 
Catch the high anthem from afar. 
That rolls along immensity. 



90. L. M. BULFINCH. 

VOICE OF GOD IN THE SOUL. 



GOD. 

91. C. M. Jones Vert. 



THE LIGHT PROM WITHIN. 



i I saw on earth another light 
Than that which lit my eye 
Come forth, as from my soul within, 
And from a higher sky. 

2 Its beams still shone unclouded on, 
When in the distant west 



COMMUNION WITH GOD. 

3 Know that music's holiest strain 
Loves to linger, loves to reign, 
In that calm of quiet thought 
Which the passions trouble not. 

4 Wouldst thou in thy lonely hour 
Praises to the Eternal pour? 
Thus thy soul may learn to be 
Temple, hymn, and harmony. 



93. 7 & 6s. M. Methodist. 

QUIET WORSHIP. 

i Open, Lord, mine inward ear, 
And bid my heart rejoice ; 

Bid my quiet spirit hear 
The comfort of Thy voice ; 

Never in the whirlwind found, 

Or where earthquakes rock the place, 

Still and silent is the sound, 
The whisper of Thy grace. 

2 From the world of sin, and noise, 
And hurry, I withdraw ; 
For the small and inward voice 

I wait with humble awe ; 
Silent am I now and still, 
Will not in Thy presence move ■ 
To my waiting soul reveal 
The secret of Thy love ' 
6* 



GOD. 



94. C. M. COWPER. 

RETIREMENT. 

i Far from the world, O Lord ! I flee. 
From strife and tumult far ; 
From scenes where sin is waging still 
Its most successful war. 

2 The calm retreat, the silent shade, 

With prayer and praise agree ; 
And seem by Thy sweet bounty made, 
For those who follow Thee. 

3 There, if Thy presence cheer the soul, 

And grace her mean abode, 
O, with what peace, and joy, and love, 
• She communes with her God ! 

4 There, like the nightingale, she pours 

Her solitary lays ; 
Nor asks a witness of her song, 
Nor thirsts for human praise. 

5 Author and Guardian of my life, 

Sweet source of light divine, 
And, — all harmonious names in one, — 
My Father ! Thou art mine ! 



95. C. M. H. M. Williams. 

HABITUAL DEVOTION. 

i While Thee I seek, protecting Power ! 
Be my vain wishes stilled ; 
And may this consecrated hour 
With better hopes be filled. 



COMMUNION WITH GOD. 

2 Thy love the powers of thought bestowed ; 

To Thee my thoughts would soar; 
Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed ; 
That mercy I adore ! 

3 In each event of life, how clear 

Thy ruling hand I see ! 
Each blessing to my soul more dear, 
Because conferred by Thee. 

4 In every joy that crowns my days. 

In every pain I bear, 
My heart shall find delight in praise, 
Or seek relief in prayer. 

5 When gladness wings my favored hour, 

Thy love my thoughts shall fill ; 
Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower, 
My soul shall meet Thy will. 

6 My lifted eye, without a tear, 

The gathering storm shall see ; 
My steadfast heart shall know no fear ; 
That heart shall rest on Thee ! 



96. P. M. Moore 

THE HEART'S PRAYER. 

i As, down in the sunless retreats of the ocean, 
Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can 
see, 
So, deep in my soul, the still prayer of devotion, 
Unheard by the world, rises, silent, to Thee, 
My God ! silent, to Thee, — 
Pure, warm, silent, to Thee. 



GOD. 

2 As still to the star of its worship, though 
clouded, 
The needle points faithfully o'er the dim 
sea, 
So, dark when I roam, in this wintry world 
shrouded, 
The hope of my spirit turns, trembling, to 
Thee, 
My God ! trembling, to Thee, — 
True, sure, trembling, to Thee. 



97. 7 & 6s. M. Anonymous. 

PRAY WITHOUT CEASING. 

i Go when the morning shineth, 

Go when the noon is bright, 
Go when the eve declineth, 

Go in the hush of night ; 
Go with pure mind and feeling, 

Put earthly thoughts away, 
And, in God's presence kneeling, 

Do thou in secret pray. 

2 Remember all who love thee, 

All who are loved by thee ; 
Pray, too, for those who hate thee, 

If any such there be ; 
Then for thyself, in meekness, 

A blessing humbly claim, 
And blend with each petition 

Thy great Redeemer's name. 



COMMUNION WITH GOD. 

Or, if 'tis e'er denied thee 

In solitude to pray, 
Should holy thoughts come o'er thee 

When friends are round thy way, 
E'en then, the silent breathing 

Thy spirit lifts above 
Will reach His throne of glory, 

Where dwells eternal love. 

O, not a joy or blessing 

With this can we compare, — 
The grace our Father gives us 

To pour our souls in prayer : 
Whene'er thou pin'st in sadness, 

On Him who saveth, call ! 
Remember, in thy gladness, 

His love who gave thee all. 



98. 7s. M. Mrs. Hemans. 

ALL MUST PRAY. 

i Child, amidst the flowers at play, 
While the red light fades away ; 
Mother, with thine earnest eye, 
Ever following silently ; 

2 Father, by the breeze of eve 
Called thy daily toil to leave ; 
Pray ! ere yet the dark hours be, 
Lift the heart, and bend the knee ! 

3 Traveller in the stranger's land, 
Far from thine own household band ; 
Mourner, haunted by the tone 

Of a voice frc^n this world gone ; 



GOD. 

4 Captive, in whose narrow cell 
Sunshine hath not leave to dwell ; 
Sailor, on the darkening sea, 

Lift the heart, and bend the knee ! 

5 Ye that triumph, ye that sigh, 
Kindred by one holy tie, 
Heaven's first star alike ye see; 
Lift the heart, and bend the knee ! 



i/17. 0. M. Montgomery. 

WHAT IS PRAYER? 

i Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, 
Unuttered or expressed, 
The motion of a hidden fire, 
That trembles in the breast. 

2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh, 

The falling of a tear, 
The upward glancing of an eye, 
When none but God is near. 

3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech 

That infant lips can try ; 
Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach 
The Majesty on high. 

4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, 

The Christian's native air, 
His watchword at the gates of death ■ 
He enters heaven %ith prayer. 



COMMUNION WITH GOD. 

5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice 

Returning from his ways ; 
While angels in their songs rejoice, 
And cry, " Behold, he prays !" 

6 In prayer, on earth, the saints are one ; 

They're one in word and mind ; 
When with the Father and the Son 
Sweet fellowship they find. 

7 O Thou by whom we come to God, 

The Life, the Truth, the Way, 
The path of prayer thyself hast trod ; 
Lord, teach us how to pray ! 



100. L. M. Hart. 

PRAYER THE LIFE OF THE SOUL. 

i Prayer is to God the soul's sure way ; 
So flows the grace he waits to give ; 
Long as they live should Christians pray ; 
They learn to pray when first they live. 

2 If pain afflict, or wrongs oppress, 
If cares distract, or fears dismay, 
If guilt deject, if sin distress, 

In every need, still watch and pray. 

3 'Tis prayer supports the soul that's weak, 
Though poor and broken be its word ; 
Pray if thou canst, or canst not, speak ; 
The breathings of the soul are heard. 



GOD. 



Depend on Him ; thou shalt prevail ; 
Make all thy wants and wishes known ; 
Fear not, His mercy will not fail ; 
Ask but in faith, it shall be done. 



101. C. M. Anonymous. 

SILENT PRAYER. 

i Sweet is the prayer whose holy stream 
In earnest pleading flows ; 
Devotion dwells upon the theme, 
And warm and warmer glows. 

2 Faith grasps the blessing she desires, 

Hope points the upward gaze ; 
And love, untrembling love, inspires 
The eloquence of praise. 

3 But sweeter far the still, small voice, 

Heard by no human ear, 
When God hath made the heart rejoice, 
And dried the bitter tear. 

4 Nor accents flow, nor words ascend ; 

All utterance faileth there ; 
But listening spirits comprehend, 
And God accepts the prayer. 



m. JESUS CHRIST. 



102. 7S. M. BoWRfNG 



Watchman ! tell us of the night, 

What its signs of promise are ; 
Traveller ! o'er yon mountain's height, 

See that glory-beaming star ! 
Watchman ! does its beauteous ray 

Aught of hope or joy foretell ? 
Traveller ! yes ; it brings the day. 

Promised day of Israel ! 

Watchman ! tell us of the night, 

Higher yet the star ascends : 
Traveller ! blessedness and light, 

Peace and truth, its course portends. 
Watchman ! will its beams alone 

Gild the spot that gave them birth ? 
Traveller ! ages are its own ; 

See, it bursts o'er all the earth. 

Watchman ! tell us of the night, 

For the morning seems to dawn ; 
Traveller ! darkness takes its flight ; 

Doubt and terror are withdrawn. 
Watchman ! let thy wanderings cease ; 

Hie thee to thy quiet home ; 
Traveller ! lo ! the Prince of Peace, 

Lo ! the Son of God, is come. 
7 



JESUS CHRIST. 



lOo. lis. M. Drummond. 

" PREPARE YE THE WAY OF THE LORD!" 

i A voice from the desert comes awful and shrill ; 
The Lord is advancing ; prepare ye the way ! 
The word of Jehovah he comes to fulfil, 
And o'er the dark world pour the splendor of 
day. 

2 Bring down the proud mountain, though 

towering to heaven, 
And be the low valley exalted on high ; 
The rough path and crooked be made smooth 

and even, 
For, Zion ! your King, your Redeemer, is nigh. 

3 The beams of salvation his progress illume, 
The lone, dreary wilderness sings of her God; 
The rose and the myrtle there suddenly bloom, 
And the olive of peace spreads its branches 

abroad. 



104. 8 & 7s. M. Gaskell. 

THE DAYSPRING FROM ON HIGH. 

i Darkness o'er the world was brooding 
Sadder than Egyptian gloom ; 
Souls by myriads lay in slumber 
Deep as of the sealed tomb. 

2 Earth had lost the links which bound it 
To the throne of light above ; 
Yet an eye was watching o'er it, 
And that eye was full of love. 



ADVENT. 



3 Like a glorious beam of morning, 

Straight a ray pierced through the cloud, 
Spirits mightily awakening 

From their dark and heavy shroud. 

4 Still that ray shines on and brightens, 

Chasing mist and gloom away ; 
Happy they on whom it gathers 
With its full and perfect day ! 



105. C. M. Patrick. 

THE NATIVITY. 

i While shepherds watched their flocks by 
night, 
All seated on the ground, 
The angel of the Lord came down, 
And glory shone around. 

2 " Fear not," said he. — for mighty dread 

Had seized their troubled mind, — 
" Glad tidings of great joy I bring 
To you and all mankind. 

3 " To you, in David's town, this day 

Is born, of David's line, 
The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord ; 
And this shall be the sign: 

4 " The heavenly babe you there shall find 

To human view displayed, 
All meanly wrapped in swathing bands, 
And in a manger laid." 



JESUS CHRIST. 

5 Thus spake the seraph, and forthwith 

Appeared a shining throng 
Of angels, praising God, who thus 
Address their joyful song : 

6 " All glory be to God on high, 

And to the earth be peace ! 
Good- will henceforth, from heaven to men, 
Begin and never cease ! " 



106. C. M. E.H. Sears 

THE BIRTH-SONG OF CHRIST. 

i Calm on the listening ear of night 
Come heaven's melodious strains, 
Where wild Judea stretches far 
Her silver-mantled plains ! 

2 Celestial choirs from courts above 

Shed sacred glories there ; 
And angels, with their sparkling lyres, 
Make music on the air. 

3 The answering hills of Palestine 

Send back the glad reply ; 
And greet, from all their holy heights. 
The dayspring from on high. 

4 O'er the blue depths of Galilee 

There comes a holier calm, 
And Sharon waves, in solemn praise, 
Her silent groves of palm. 

5 " Glory to God ! " the sounding skies 

Loud with their anthems ring, 
" Peace to the earth, good- will to men, 
From heaven's Eternal Kins ! ' ; 



HIS MISSION. 



Light on thy hills, Jerusalem ! 

The Saviour now is born ! 
And bright on Bethlehem's joyous plains 

Breaks the first Christmas morn. 



107. P. M. Mrs. Hemans. 



HYMN FOR CHRISTMAS. 



i O lovely Voices of the sky, 

Which hymned the Saviour's birth, 
Are ye not singing still on high, 
Ye that sang, i: Peace on earth"? 
To us yet speak the strains, 
Wherewith, in time gone by, 
Ye blessed the Syrian swains, — 
O Voices of the sky ! 

2 clear and shining Light, whose beams, 

That hour, heaven's glory shed 
Around the palms, and o'er the streams, 
And on the shepherds' head ! 
Be near, through life and death, 
As in that holiest night 
Of hope, and joy, and faith ; 
O clear and shining Light ! 

3 O Star which led to Him whose love 

Brought down man's ransom free ! 
Where art thou? — 'midst the host above 
May we still gaze on thee? 
In heaven thou art not set, 
Thy rays earth may not dim ; 
Send them to guide us yet, 
O Star which led to Him ! 
7* 



JESUS CHRIST. 



108. 11 & 10s. M. Hebkr. 



EPIPHANY. 



i Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, 
Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine 
aid! 
Star of the East, the horizon adorning, 
Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid ! 

2 Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion, 

Odors of Edom, and offerings divine ? 
Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean, 
Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the 
mine? 

3 Vainly we offer each costly oblation ; 

Vainly with gifts would his favor secure : 
Richer by far is the heart's adoration; 

Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. 

4 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, 

Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine 
aid! 
Star of the East, the horizon adorning, 
Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. 



109. C. M. Doddridge. 

MISSION OF CHRIST. 

i Hark ! the glad sound ! the Saviour comes, 
The Saviour promised long ; 
Let every heart prepare a home. 
And every voice a song. 



HIS MISSION. 

2 On him the Spirit, largely poured. 

Abides with holy fire ; 
Wisdom and might, and zeal and love, 
His sacred breast inspire. 

3 He comes the prisoners to release, 

In wretched bondage held ; 
The gates of brass before him burst, 
The iron fetters yield. 

4 He comes, the broken heart to bind, 

The bleeding soul to cure, 
And, with the treasures of his grace, 
Enrich the humble poor. 

s Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace ! 
Thy welcome shall proclaim ; 
And heaven's eternal arches ring 
With thy beloved name. 



110. C. M. Watts. 

Christ's coming. 

i Joy to the world ! the Lord is come ! 
Let earth receive her King : 
Let every heart prepare him room, 
And heaven and nature sing. 

2 Joy to the earth ! the Saviour reigns ! 
Let men their songs employ ; 
While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains, 
Repeat the sounding joy. 



JESUS CHRIST. 

3 No more let sins and sorrows grow, 

Nor thorns infest the ground ; 
He comes to make his blessings flow 
As far as sin is found. 

4 He rules the world with truth and grace, 

And makes the nations prove 
The glories of his righteousness, 
And wonders of his love. 



111. 7s. M. C. Wesley 

THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM. 

i Sons of men, behold from far, 
Hail the long-expected Star ! 
Star of truth, that, 'mid the night, 
Guides bewildered man aright. 

2 Mild it shines on all beneath, 
Piercing through the shades of death, 
Scattering error's wide-spread night, 
Kindling darkness into light. 

3 Nations all, remote and near, 
Haste to see your Lord appear ; 
Haste, for him your hearts prepare, 
Meet him manifested there ! 

4 There behold the dayspring rise, 
Pouring light on mortal eyes ; 
See it chase the shades away, 
Shining to the perfect day. 



HIS MISSION. 

112. S. M. Needham. 

THE PRINCE OF PEACE. 

i Behold, the Prince of Peace, 

The chosen of the Lord, 
God's well beloved Son, fulfils 

The sure prophetic word ! 

2 No royal pomp adorns 
This King of Righteousness ; 

Meekness and patience, truth and love, 
Compose his princely dress. 

3 The Spirit of the Lord, 
In rich abundance shed, 

On this great prophet gently lights, 
And rests upon his head. 

4 Jesus, the light of men ! 
His doctrine life imparts ; 

O, may Ave feel its quickening power 
To warm and glad our hearts ! 

5 Cheered by its beams, our souls 
Shall run the heavenly way ; 

The path which Christ has marked and trod 
Will lead to endless day. 



J--L«5. L. M. Anonymous. 

TEMPTED AS WE ARE. 

i As oft, with worn and weary feet, 
We tread earth's rugged pathway o'er, 
The thought how comforting and sweet, — . 
Christ trod this very path before ; 
Our wants, our weaknesses, he knows, 
From life's first dawning to its close. 



JESUS CHRIST. 

2 If we. beneath temptation's stress. 
Do fight against dark powers within. 
So, in Judea's wilderness, 

Christ wrestled with the thoughts of sin, 
When, in a weary, lonely hour, 
The tempter came with all his power. 

3 So, tried as I, this earth he trod, 
Knew every human ill but sin, 
And though the holiest Son of God, 
As I am now so hath he been ; 
Jesus, my Saviour ! look on me ; 
For help and strength I turn to thee ! 



114. 7s. M. Bulfinch. 

" THE WORKS WHICH I DO BEAR WITNESS OF ME." 

i Holy Son of God most high ! 
Clothed in heavenly majesty, 
Many a miracle and sign, 
In thy Father's name divine, 
Manifested forth thy might 
In the chosen people's sight. 

2 But, O Saviour ! not alone 

Thus thy glory was made known ; 
With the mourner thou didst grieve, 
Every human want relieve ; 
Far thy matchless power above 
Stands the witness of thy love. 

3 Thou, who by the open grave, 
Ere thy voice was raised to save, 
Didst with those fond sisters shed 
Tears above the faithful dead : 
Even thy word of might appears 
Less resistless than thy tears. 



HIS MIRACLES. 

Lord ! it is not ours to gaze 
On thy works of ancient days ; 
But thy love, unchanged and bright. 
More than all those works of might, 
More than miracle or sign, 
Makes us ever, ever thine. 



115. C. M. Mrs. Hemans 

CHRIST STILLING THE TEMPEST. 

i Fear was within the tossing bark, 
When stormy winds grew loud ; 
And waves came rolling high and dark, 
And the tall mast was bowed. 

2 But the wind ceased, — it ceased, — a word 

Passed through the gloomy sky; 
The troubled billows knew their Lord, 
And sank beneath his eye. 

3 And slumber settled on the deep, 

And silence on the blast ; 
They sank as flowers that fold to sleep 
When sultry day is past. 

4 O Thou that in its wildest hour 

Didst rule the tempest's mood, 
Send now thy Spirit forth in power 
O'er our dark souls to brood ! 

6 Thou that didst bow the billows' pnde, 
Thy mandate to fulfil, 
Speak, speak to passion's raging tide, 
Speak, and say, " Peace, be still!" 



JESUS CHRIST. 



116. C. M. BULFINCH 



THE POOL OF BETHESDA. 



i The aged sufferer waited long 

Upon Bethesda's brink; 
Till hopes, once rising warm and strong, 

Began in fears to sink ; 
And heavy were the sighs he drew, 

And fervent was his prayer, 
For he, with safety full in view, 

Still languished helpless there. 

2 His hope grew dim ; but one was nigh 

Who saw the sufferer's grief; 
That gentle voice, that pitying eye, 

Gave promise of relief. 
Each pang that human weakness knows 

Obeyed that powerful word ; 
He spake, and lo ! the sick arose. 

Rejoicing in his Lord. 

3 Father of Jesus, when oppressed 

With grief and pain we lie, 
And, longing for Thy heavenly rest, 

Despair to look on high, 
O, may the Saviour's words of peace 

Within the wounded heart 
Bid every doubt and suffering cease, 

And strength and joy impart ! 



HIS MIRACLES. 



117. CM. BULFINCH. 

CHRIST WALKING ON THE SEA. 

i Lord, in whose might the Saviour trod 
The dark and stormy wave, 
And trusted in his Father's arm, 
Omnipotent to save ; 

2 When darkly round our footsteps rise 

The floods and storms of life, 
Send Thou Thy Spirit down to still 
The dark and fearful strife. 

3 Strong in our trust, on Thee reposed, 

The ocean-path we '11 dare, 
Though waves around us rage and foam, 
Since Thou art present there. 



118. P. M. Bowring 

" HE WAS THERE ALONE." 

i He was there alone, when even 

Had round earth its mantle thrown, 
Holding intercourse with heaven : 
He was there alone. 

2 There his inmost heart's emotion 

Made he to his Father known ; 
In the spirit of devotion 
Musing there alone. 

3 So let us, from earth retiring, 

Seek our God and Father's throne ; 
And, to other scenes aspiring, 
Train our hearts, alone. 

8 



JESUS CHRIST. 



119. L. M. Bowring. 

JESUS TEACHING THE PEOPLE. 

i How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound 
From lips of gentleness and grace, 
When listening thousands gathered round. 
And joy and reverence filled the place. 

2 From heaven he came, of heaven he spoke, 
To heaven he led his followers' way ; 
Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke, 
Unveiling an immortal day. 

3 "Come, wanderers, to my Father's home, 
Come, all ye weary ones, and rest !" 
Yes, sacred Teacher, we will come, 
Obey thee, love thee, and be blest. 

4 Decay, then, tenements of dust ! 
Pillars of earthly pride, decay ! 
A nobler mansion waits the just, 
And Jesus has prepared the way. 



1^0. 7s. M. Anonymous. 

THE MIND WHICH WAS IN CHRIST JESUS. 

i Ever patient, loving, meek, 
Holy Saviour, was thy mind ; 
Vainly in myself I seek 
Likeness to my Lord to find ; 
Yet the mind that was in thee 
May be, must be, formed in me. 



HIS SPIRIT. 

Since such griefs were thine to bear, 
For each sufferer thou couldst feel, 
Every mourner's burden share, 
Every wounded spirit heal. 
Saviour, let thy grace in me 
Form that mind which was in thee. 

When my pain is most intense, 
Let thy cross my lesson prove ; 
Let me hear thee even thence ; 
Breathing words of peace and love ; 
Thus thy grace shall form in me 
The same mind which was in thee. 



121. 7s. M. Barbauld. 



CHRIST'S INVITATIONS. 



i Come, said Jesus' sacred voice, 
Come and make my paths your choice ; 
I will guide you to your home ; 
Weary pilgrim ! hither come. 

2 Thou who, houseless, sole, forlorn, 
Long hast borne the proud world's scorn, 
Long hast roamed the barren waste, 
Weary pilgrim ! hither haste. 

3 Ye who, tossed on beds of pain, 
Seek for ease, and seek in vain ; 
Ye whose swoln and sleepless eyes 
Watch to see the morning rise ; 

4 Ye, by fiercer anguish torn, 

In remorse for guilt who mourn, 
Here repose your heavy care ; 
Who the stings of sin can bear ? 



JESUS CHRIST. 



Sufferer ! come, for here is found 
Balm that flows for every wound ; 
Peace that ever shall endure, 
Rest eternal, sacred, sure. 



122. C. M. Gaskell, 

SPIRIT OF JESUS. 

i O, not to crush with abject fear 

The burdened soul of man 
Did Jesus on the earth appear, 

And open heaven's high plan : 
He came to bid him find repose, 

And God his Father know ; \ 
And thus with love to raise up those 

That once were bowed low. 

2 O, not in coldness nor in pride 

His holy path he trod ; 
'Twas his delight to turn aside 

And win the lost to God ; 
And unto sorrowing guilt disclose 

The fount whence peace should flow ; 
And thus with love to raise up those 

That once were bowed low. 

3 O, not with cold, unfeeling eye 

Did he the suffering view ; 
Not on the other side pass by, 

And deem their tears untrue ; 
'Twas joy to him to heal their woes, 

And heaven's sweet refuge show; 
And thus with love to raise up those 

That once were bowed low. 



HIS SPIRIT. 

123. L. M. Bache. 

" BEHOLD HOW HE LOVED HIM." 

i " See how he loved ! " exclaimed the Jews, 
When Jesus o'er his Lazarus wept ; 
My grateful heart the words shall use, 
While on his life my eye is kept. 

2 See how he loved, who travelled on, 
Teaching the doctrine from the skies ; 
Who bade disease and pain be gone, 
And called the sleeping dead to rise. 

3 See how he loved, who, firm yet mild, 
With patience bore the scoffing tongue ; " 
Though oft provoked, yet ne'er reviled, 
Nor did his greatest foe a wrong. 

4 See how he loved, who never shrank 
From toil or danger, pain or death ; 
Who all the cup of sorrow drank, 
And meekly yielded up his breath. 



124. L. M. A. C. Coxe 

DIVINE BEAUTY OF CHRIST'S CHARACTER. 

i How beauteous were the marks divine, 
That in thy meekness used to shine, 
That lit thy lonely pathway, trod 
In wondrous love, O Son of God ! 

2 O, who like thee, — so calm, so bright, 
So pure, so made to live in light ? 
O, who like thee did ever go 
Patient through a world of - 

3* 



JESUS CHRIST. 

3 O, who like thee so humbly bore 
The scorn, the scoffs, of men before ? 
So meek, forgiving, godlike, high, 
So glorious in humility ? 

4 The bending angels stooped to see 
The lisping infant clasp thy knee, 
And smile, as in a father's eye, 
Upon thy mild divinity. 

5 And death, which sets the prisoner free, 
Was pang and scoff and scorn to thee ; 
Yet love through all thy torture glowed, 
And mercy with thy life-blood flowed. 

6 O, in thy light be mine to go, 
Illuming all my way of woe ; 
And give me ever on the road 

To trace thy footsteps, Son of God ! 



1^5. L. M. Brettell. 

THE LIFE OF JESUS. 

i He lived as none but he has lived, 
That wisest Teacher from above ; 
He died as none but he has died, — 
His every act an act of love. 

2 His fervent piety was breathed 
To the lone waste, the desert hill ; 
And in the haunts of men he sought 
To do his Heavenly Father's will. 

3 He preached the gospel to the poor, 
Beside the couch of anguish stood, 
Consoled the sufferer, healed the sick, 
And went about still doing good. 



HIS SPIRIT. 

With sinners he conversed, and gave 
Peace to the weary, troubled mind ; 
Yet free from stain till life's last hour, 
In him his foes no fault could find. 

Born 'midst the humblest sons of earth, 
All earth's temptations he withstood; 
And yet all human praise renounced 3 
Declaring God alone is good. 



12.U. P. M. Anonymous 

HE HAD NOT WHERE TO LAY HIS HEAD. 

i Birds have their quiet nest, 
Foxes their holes, and man his peaceful bed ; 

All creatures have their rest, 
But Jesus had not where to lay his head. 

2 And yet he came to give 

The weary and the heavy-laden rest : 

To bid the sinner live, 
And soothe our griefs to slumber on his breast. 

3 Let the birds seek their nest, 

Foxes their holes, and man his peaceful bed ; 

Come, Saviour, in my breast 
Come and repose thine oft rejected head ! 

4 Come ! give me rest, and take 
The only rest on earth thou lov'st, within 

A heart that for thy sake 
Shall purify itself from every sin. 



JESUS CHRIST. 

127. L. M. Russell. 

THROUGH HIS POVERTY MADE RICH. 

i On the dark wave of Galilee 
The gloom of twilight gathers fast ; 
And o'er the waters heavily 
Sweeps cold and drear the evening blast. 

2 Still near the lake, with weary tread, 
Lingers a form of human kind ; 
And on his lone, unsheltered head, 
Flows the chill night-damp of the wind. 

3 Why seeks he not a home of rest ? 
Why seeks he not the pillowed bed ? 
Beasts have their dens, the bird his nest ; — 
He hath not where to lay his head. 

4 Such was the lot he freely chose, 
To bless, to save, the human race ; 
And through his poverty there flows 
A rich, full stream of heavenly grace. 



128. L . M. 



1 Gaskell 



CHRIST THE SUFFERER. 



i Dark were the paths our Master trod, 
Yet never failed his trust in God ; 
Cruel and fierce the wrongs he bore, 
Yet he but felt for man the more. 

2 Unto the cross in faith he went, 
His Father's willing instrument; 
Upon the cross his prayer arose 
In pity for his ruthless foes. 



HIS SUFFERINGS. 



3 O, may we all his kindred be, 
By holy love and sympathy ; 
Still loving man through every ill, 
And trusting in our Father's will ! 



129. L. M. BULFINCH 

CHRIST THE SUFFERER. 

i O suffering Friend of human kind ! 
How, as the fatal hour drew near, 
Came thronging on thy holy mind 
The images of grief and fear. 

2 Gethsemane's sad midnight scene, 
The faithless friends, the exulting foes, 
The thorny crown, the insult keen, 
The scourge, the cross, before thee rose. 

3 Did not thy spirit shrink dismayed, 
As the dark vision o'er it came ; 

And though in sinless strength arrayed, 
Turn, shuddering, from the death of shame ? 

4 Onward, like thee, through scorn and dread, 
May we our Father's call obey, 
Steadfast thy path of duty tread, 

And rise, through death, to endless day. 



loU. L. M. Doddridge. 

11 THY WILL, NOT MINE, BE DONE/' 

i " Father divine !" the Saviour cried, 
While horrors pressed on every side, 
And prostrate on the ground he lay, 
11 Remove this bitter cup away. 



JESUS CHRIST. 

2 " But if these pangs must still be borne, 
Or helpless man be left forlorn. 

I bow my soul before thy throne, 

And say, — Thy will, not mine, be done !" 

3 Thus our submissive souls would bow, 
And, taught by Jesus, lie as low ; 
Our hearts, and not our lips alone, 
Would say, — Thy will, not ours, be done ! 



ldl. L. M. Anonymous. 

" LET THIS CUP PASS FROM ME." 

i A voice upon the midnight air, 
Where Kedroirs moonlit waters stray, 
Weeps forth in agony of prayer, 
" O Father, take this cup away ! " 

2 Ah, thou who sorrow' st unto death, 
We conquer in thy mortal fray ; 
And earth for all her children saith, 
" O God, take not this cup away !■" 

3 O Lord of sorrow, meekly die ; 
Thou 'It heal or hallow all our woe; 
Thy peace shall still the mourner's sigh; 
Thy strength shall raise the faint and low. 

4 Great chief of faithful souls, arise ; 
None else can lead the martyr band, 
Who teach the soul how peril flies, 
When faith, unarmed, uplifts the hand. 

5 O King of earth, the cross ascend ; 
O'er climes and ages 'tis thy throne; 
Where'er thy fading eye may bend, 
The desert blooms and is thine own. 



HIS SUFFERINGS. 



Thy parting blessing, Lord, we pray ; 
Make but one fold below, above ; 
And when we go the last, lone way, 
O, give the welcome of thy love. 



132. C. H. M. 



Mrs. Hemans. 



THE AGONY IN THE GARDEN. 

i He knelt ; the Saviour knelt and prayed, 

When but his Father's eye 
Looked, through the lonely garden's shade, 

On that dread agony ; 
He poured in prayer his suppliant breath, 
Bowed down with sorrow unto death. 

2 The sun went down in fearful hour ; 

The heavens might well grow dim, 
When this mortality had power 

Thus to o'ershadow him ; 
That he who came to save might know 
The very depths of human woe. 

3 He knew them all, — the doubt, the strife. 

The faint, perplexing dread ; 
The mists that hang o'er parting life 

All darkened round his head ; 
And the Deliverer knelt to pray ; 
Yet passed it not, that cup, away. 

4 It passed not, though the stormy wave 

Had sunk beneath his tread ; 
It passed not, though to him the grave 

Had yielded up its dead ; 
But there was sent him, from on high, 
A gift of strength, for man to die. 



JESUS CHRIST. 

5 And was his mortal hour beset 

With anguish and dismay ? 
How may we meet our conflict yet 

In the dark, narrow way ? 
How, but through him that path who trod? 
Save, or we perish. Son of God ! 



133. 6 & 10s. M. Bulfinch. 



BEARING THE CROSS. 



i Burden of shame and woe ! 

How does the heart o'er flow 
At thought of him the bitter cross who bore ! 

But we have each our own, 

To others oft unknown, 
Which we must bear till life shall be no more. 

2 And shall we fear to tread 
The path where Jesus led, 

The pure and holy one, for man who died ? 

Or shall we shrink from shame, 

Endured for Jesus' name, 
Our glorious Lord, once spurned and crucified ? 

3 Then, 'mid the woes that wait 
On this our mortal state, 

Patience shall cheer affliction, toil, and loss , 
And though the tempter's art 
Assail the struggling heart, 

Still, Saviour ! in thy name we bear the cross. 



HIS CRUCIFIXION. 



134. 7S. M. BULFINCH 



THE CRUCIFIXION. 



i In the Saviour's hour of death, 
Bound upon the cross of fear. 
While his quick and struggling breath 
Spoke the fatal moment near, 
While his proud, triumphant foes 
Mocked the sufferings that he bore, 
Then his loving spirit rose 
More sublime than e'er before. 

2 He has taught us to forgive, 
By his words in days gone by ; 
He has taught us how to live ; 
Can he teach us how to die ? 
Listen ! as the cross they raise, 
One brief prayer ascends to heaven ; 
For his murderers he prays, — 
Father, may they be forgiven ! 



135. p. m. 



W. J. Fox 



STABAT MATER. 



i Jews were wrought to cruel madness, 
Christians fled in fear and sadness, 
Mary stood the cross beside. 

2 At its foot her foot she planted, 
By the dreadful scene undaunted, 

Till the gentle sufferer died. 

3 Poets oft have simg her story ; 
Painters decked her brow with glory j 

Priests her name have deified ; 
9 



JESUS CHRIST. 



4 But no worship, song, or glory, 
Touches like that simple story, — 

" Mary stood the cross beside." 

5 And when under fierce oppression 
Goodness suffers like transgression, 

Christ again is crucified. 

6 But if love be there, true-hearted, 
By no grief or terror parted, 

Mary stands the cross beside. 



136. 7S. M. BULFINCH 



' IT IS FINISHED/ 



i It is finished ! glorious word 
From thy lips, our suffering Lord ! 
Words of high, triumphant might, 
Ere thy spirit takes its flight. 
It is finished ! all is o'er ; 
Pain and scorn oppress no more. 

2 Now, no more foreboding dread 
Shades the path thy feet must tread ; 
No more fear, lest in thine hour 
Pain should patience overpower ; 
On the perfect sacrifice 

Not a stain of weakness lies. 

3 Champion ! lay thine armor by ; 
J Tis thine hour of victory ! 

All thy toils are now o'erpast ; 
Thou hast found thy rest at last ; 
All hath faithfully been done, 
And the world's salvation won. 



HIS RESURRECTION. 



137. P. M. H. Ware, 

EASTER HYMN. 

i Lift your glad voices in triumph on high, 
For Jesus hath risen, and man cannot die. 

Vain were the terrors that gathered around him, 

And short the dominion of death and the grave ; 

He burst from the fetters of darkness that bound 
him, 

Resplendent in glory, to live and to save. 
Loud was the chorus of angels on high, — 
" The Saviour hath risen, and man shall not 
die." 

2 Glory to God. in full anthems of joy ; 
The being he gave us death cannot destroy. 

Sad were the life we must part with to-morrow, 

If tears were our birthright, and death were our 
end; 

Bat Jesus hath cheered the dark valley of sor- 
row, 

And bade us, immortal, to heaven ascend. 
Lift, then, your voices in triumph on high, 
For Jesus hath risen, and man shall not die. 



138. 6 & 4s. M. Anonymous. 

"let there be light." 

i On earth was darkness spread, 
One boundless night ; 
" Let there be light,' 7 God said, — 
And there was light ! 



JESUS CHRIST. 

2 There hung a deeper gloom 

O'er quick and dead. 
But Jesus burst the tomb. 
And darkness fled. 

3 God by His word arrayed 

Darkness with light ; 
God by His Son displayed 
Day without night. 

4 For thee, O man, arose 

Creation's ray; 
For thee, too, brighter glows 
Salvation's day. 

5 The beams first poured on earth 

For mortals shone ; 
The light of later birth 
Immortals own. 



IV. REMEMBRANCE OF CHRIST. 



loi/. C. ML Montgomery. 

11 IN REMEMBRANCE OF ME." 

i According to thy gracious word, 
In meek humility. 
This will I do, my dying Lord, 
I will remember thee. 

2 Thy body, broken for my sake. 

My bread from heaven shall be ; 
Thy testamental cup I take. 
And thus remember thee. 

3 Gethsemane can I forget 1 

Or there thy conflict see. 
Thine agony and bloody sweat. 
And not remember thee I 

4 When to the cross I turn mine eyes, 

And rest on Calvary. 
O Lamb of God. my sacrifice ! 
I must remember thee : — 

5 Remember thee, and all thy pains, 

And all thy love to me : 
Yea, while a breath, a pulse, remains 
Will I remember thee. 
9* 



REMEMBRANCE OF CHRIST. 



140. P. M. Whittier. 

WATCHING WITH JESUS. 

i O thou, who in the garden's shade 
Didst wake thy weary ones again, 
Who slumbered at that fearful hour, 
Forgetful of thy pain, — 

2 Bend o'er us now, as over them, 
And set our sleep-bound spirits free, 
Nor leave us slumbering in the watch 
Our souls should keep with thee ! 



141. P. M. F. H. Hedge. 

STRENGTH FROM THE CROSS. 

i " It is finished ! " Man of sorrows ! 
From thy cross our frailty borrows 

Strength to bear and conquer thus. 

2 While extended there we view thee, 
Mighty Sufferer ! draw us to thee ; 

Sufferer victorious ! 

3 Not in vain for us uplifted, 
Man of sorrows, wonder-gifted ! 

May that sacred emblem be ; 

4 Lifted high amid the ages, 
Guide of heroes, saints, and sages, 

May it guide us still to thee ! 

6 Still to thee ! whose love unbounded 
Sorrow's depths for us has sounded. 
Perfected by conflicts sore. 



REMEMBRAxNCE OF CHRIST. 

c Honored be thy cross forever ; 
Star, that points our high endeavor 
Whither thou hast gone before ! 



142. 6 & 10s. M. 



*Mrs. Miles. 



LOOKING UNTO JESUS. 



i It was no path of flowers, 
Which, through this world of ours, 

Beloved of the Father, thou didst tread ; 
And shall we in dismay 
Shrink from the narrow way, 

When clouds and darkness are around it spread ? 

2 O thou, who art our life, 

Be with us through the strife ; 
Thy holy head by earth's fierce storms was 
bowed ; 

Raise thou our eyes above, 

To see a Father's love 
Beam, like a bow of promise, through the cloud. 

3 And, O, if thoughts of gloom 
Should hover o'er the tomb. 

That light of love our guiding star shall be; 

Our spirits shall not dread 

The shadowy way to tread, 
Friend, Guardian, Saviour, which doth lead to 
thee. 



REMEMBRANCE OF CHRIST. 

"O. 7s. M. Montgomery, 

MADE PERFECT THROUGH SUFFERING. 

i Go to dark Gethsemane, 
Ye that feel temptation's power, 
Your Redeemer's conflict see, 
Watch with him one bitter hour ; 
Turn not from his griefs away, 
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray ! 

2 Follow to the judgment-hall, 
View the Lord of life arraigned ; 
O the wormwood and the gall ! 
O the griefs his soul sustained ! 
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss ; 
Learn of him to bear the cross ! 

3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb; 
There, admiring at his feet, 

Mark that miracle of time, 
Love's own sacrifice complete; 
" It is finished," hear him cry; 
Learn of Jesus Christ to die ! 



144. 7s. M. Anonymous. 

STRENGTH THROUGH CHRIST'S SUFFERINGS. 

i When my love to Christ grows weak, 
When for deeper faith I seek, 
Then in thought I go to thee, 
Garden of Gethsemane ! 

2 There I walk amid the shades. 
While the lingering twilight fades, 
See that suffering, friendless One 
Weeping, praying there alone. 



REMEMBRANCE OF CHRIST. 

3 When my love for Christ grows weak. 
When for stronger faith I seek, 

Hill of Calvary ! I go 

To thy scenes of fear and woe ; — 

4 There behold his agony, 
Suffered on the bitter tree ; 
See his anguish, see his faith ; 
Love triumphant still in death. 

5 Then to life I turn again, 
Learning all the worth of pain, 
Learning all the might that lies 
In a full self-sacrifice. 



145. 8 & 7s. M. BOWRING. 

GLORYING IN THE CROSS. 

i In the cross of Christ we glory, 

Towering o'er the wrecks of time ; 
All the light of sacred story 
Gathers round its head sublime. 

2 When the woes of life o'ertake us, 

Hopes deceive, and fears annoy ; 
Never shall the cross forsake us, 
Lo ! it glows with peace and joy ! 

3 When the sun of bliss is beaming 

Light and love upon our way ; 
From the cross the radiance streaming 
Adds more lustre to the day. 

4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, 

By the cross are sanctified ; 
Peace is there that knows no measure, 
Joys that through all time abide. 



REMEMBRANCE OF CHRIST. 

In the cross of Christ we glory, 
Towering o'er the wrecks of time ; 

All the light of sacred story 

Gathers round its head sublime. 



146. L. M. Emily Taylor. 

LOOKING TO JESUS 

i If love, the noblest, purest, best, 
If truth, all other truth above, 
May claim return from every breast, 
O, surely Jesus claims our love ! 

2 There 's not a hope with comfort fraught, 
Triumphant over death and time, 

But Jesus mingles in that thought, 
Forerunner of our course sublime. 

3 His image meets us in the hour 
Of joy, and brightens every smile; 
We see him, when the tempests lower, 
Each terror soothe, each grief beguile. 

4 We see him in the daily round 
Of social duty, mild and meek ; 

With him we tread the hallowed ground, 
Communion with our God to seek. 

5 We see his pitying, gentle eye, 
When lonely want appeals for aid ; 
We hear him in the frequent sigh, 

That mourns the waste that sin lias made. 

6 We meet him at the lowly tomb, 
And weep where Jesus wept before ; 
And there, above the grave's dark gloom, 
We see him rise, — and weep no more. 



REMEMBRANCE OF CHRIST. 

147. L. M. * Watts 

THE DIVINE EXAMPLE. 

i My dear Redeemer, and my Lord, 
I read my duty in thy word ; 
But in thy life the law appears 
Drawn out in living characters. 

2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal, 
Such deference to thy Father's will, 
Such love, and meekness so divine, 

I would transcribe, and make them mine. 

3 Cold mountains, and the midnight air, 
Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer; 
Tho desert thy temptations knew, 
Thy conflict, and thy victory too. 

4 Be thou my pattern ; may I bear 
More of thy gracious image here ; 
And, by the paths which thou hast trod. 
Press on to holiness and God. 



148. 7s. M. Gaskell. 

CHRIST WHO STRENGTHENETH ME. 

i When arise the thoughts of sin. 
When the world our hearts would win, 
When, to selfish pleasure given, 
Droops the love that blooms for heaven; 
Lord we would remember thee, — 
Thou wilt our Redeemer be. 



REMEMBRANCE OF CHRIST. 

2 When, with footsteps faint and slow, 
Duty's upward path we go ; 
When, by toils and hardship pressed, 
Round we turn to look for rest ; 
Lord, we would remember thee, 
Thou our Guide and Strength wilt be. 

3 When the way grows dark and drear, 
When, beset by doubt and fear, 

We can see no beam of light 
Struggling through the thickening night ; 
Lord, we would remember thee, 
Thou our Comforter wilt be. 



149. C. M. Gaskell. 

FOLLOWING AFTER JESUS. 

i In vain we thus recall to mind 
The cross our Master bore, 
Unless a holier strength we find. 
And love his spirit more. 

2 May we, like him, though thanked with ill. 

Insulted, and withstood, 
In hope and patience labor still 
To do our brethren good. 

3 Like him may we, unmurmuring, go 

Our heaven-appointed way, 
And learn, 'midst gathering storms of woe, 
" God's will be done !" to say. 



REMEMBRANCE OF CHRIST. 



150. Us. M. Whittier. 

CHRIST PRESENT IN THE SPIRIT. 

i O, what though our feet may not tread where 

Christ trod, 
Nor our ears hear the dashing of Galilee's flood. 
Nor our eyes see the cross that he bowed him 

to bear, 
Nor our knees press Gethsemane's garden of 

prayer ! 

2 Yet, Loved of the Father ! thy spirit is near 
To the meek and the lowly and penitent here : 
And the voice of thy love is the same, even 

now, 
As at Bethany's tomb, or on Olivet's brow. 

3 O, the Outward has gone, but in glory and 

power 
The Spirit surviveth the things of an hour ; 
Unchanged, undecaying, its Pentecost flame 
On the heart's secret altar is burning, the same 



151. C. M. Emily Taylor. 

" I PRAY NOT FOR THESE ALONE." 

i "O, not for these aione I pray," 
The dying Saviour said ; 
Though on his breast that moment lay 
The loved disciple's head; 

2 Though to his eye that moment sprung 
The kind, the pitying tear 
For those that eager round him hung, 
His words of love to hear. 
10 



REMEMBRANCE OF CHRIST. 

3 No, not for them alone he prayed, — 

For all of mortal race, 
Whene'er their fervent prayer is made, 
Where'er their dwelling-place. 

4 Sweet is the thought, when here we meet, 

His feast of love to share ; 
And, 'mid the toils of life, how sweet 
The memory of his prayer ! 



152. L. M. Gaskell. 

BEARING WITH US THE DYING OF JESUS. 

i Not in this simple rite alone 
May Calvary's cross to us be shown ; 
But may we turn, in many an hour, 
To feel its soul-constraining power. 

2 When indolence would have its will, 
And selfish ease would keep us still, 
Then to the Saviour may we look, 
And meet his eye's serene rebuke. 

3 When men have done us cruel wrong, 
And angry thoughts are rising strong, 
May we with softened hearts turn there. 
And learn the Lord's forgiving prayer. 

4 When sin looks tempting in our eyes, 
May Jesus on the cross arise, 

And ask if we will him forsake, 
And wear the chains he died to break. 

b When pain, or sickness, or distress, 
Our fainting souls would overpress, 
To him on Calvary looking still, 
May we find strength to bear God's will. 



THE COMMUNION. 



153. 7s. M. Pratt's Coll 



BREAD OF HEAVEN. 



i Bread of heaven, on thee we feed, 
For thy flesh is meat indeed ; 
Ever let our souls be fed 
With this true and living bread. 

2 Vine of heaven, thy blood supplies 
This blest cup of sacrifice ; 

Lord, thy wounds our healing give; 
To thy cross we look and live. 

3 Day by day with strength supplied, 
Through the life of him who died, 
Lord of life, O, let us be 

Rooted, grafted, built on thee ! 



154. L. M. 



Anonymous, 



THE PRESENCE OF JESUS. 



i When, blest Redeemer, thou art near, 
The soul enjoys a sacred peace : 
Thy presence calms our every fear, 
And gives from every doubt release. 

2 Be with us now, in truth and love, 
In strength that conquers every sin ; 
O, cleanse, and bless, and lift above, 
And may thy cross our hearts still win. 

3 In suffering may we strength receive 
From memory of thy victory won ; 

In doubt our drooping hopes revive ; — 
Thus be thy presence with us shown ! 



REMEMBRANCE OF CHRIST. 

Be ever near our spirits, Lord ; 
And, drawn by sympathy, may we 
Still, through thy cross, thy life, thy word, 
In faith and love come near to thee ! 



155. S. M. C. Wesley 

PRESENCE OF JESUS. 

i Not in the name of pride 
Or selfishness we ? re met: 
From worldly paths we turn aside, 
And worldly thoughts forget. 

2 Jesus, we look to thee, 

Thy promised presence claim ! 
Thou in the midst of us shalt be, 
Assembled in thy name. 

3 Present we know thou art ; 
But, O, thyself reveal ! 

Now, Lord, let every bounding heart 
Thy peace and gladness feel ! 

4 O, may thy quickening voice 
The death of sin remove : 

And bid our inmost souls rejoice 
In hope of perfect love ! 



156. 10s. M. T.Parker. 

CHRIST THE WAY, THE TRUTH AND THE LIFE. 

i O thou great Friend to all the sons of men, 
Who once appeared in humblest guise below, 
Sin to rebuke, to break the captive's chain, 
And call thy brethren forth from want and 
woe; 



THE COMMUNION. 

2 We look to thee ! thy truth is still the Light, 
Which guides the nations, groping on their 

way, 
Stumbling and falling in disastrous night, 
Yet hoping ever for the perfect day. 

3 Yes ! thou art still the Life ; thou art the 

Way 
The holiest know; — Light, Life, and Way 

of heaven ! 
And they who dearest hope, and deepest pray, 
Toil by the light, life, way, which thou hast 

given. 



157. c. M. 



Anonymous. 



ONE IN CHRIST. 



i A holy air is breathing round, 
A fragrance from above ; 
Be every soul from sense unbound, 
Be every spirit love. 

2 O God, unite us heart to heart, 

In sympathy divine, 
That we be never drawn apart, 
And love not Thee nor Thine ; 

3 But, by the cross of Jesus taught, 

And all Thy gracious word, 
Be nearer to each other brought, 
And nearer to the Lord. 
10* 



REMEMBRANCE OF CHRIST. 



158. C. M. Emily Taylor. 

COMMUNION. 

i O, here, if ever, God of love ! 
Let strife and hatred cease ; 
And every thought harmonious move, 
And every heart be peace. 

* Not here, where met to think of him 
Whose latest thoughts were ours, 
Shall mortal passions come to dim 
The prayer devotion pours. 

3 No, gracious Master, not in vain 

Thy life of love hath been ; 
The peace thou gav'st may yet remain, 
Though thou no more art seen. 

4 Thy kingdom come ! we watch, we wait, 

To hear thy cheering call ; 
When heaven shall ope its glorious gate, 
And God be all in all. 



159. 8 & 7s. M. Anonymous 

INVITATION. 

i " Come who will," the voice from heaven, 
Like a silver trumpet, calls ; 
" Come who will," — the church hath given 
Back the echo from its walls. 

2 Come, to rivers ever flowing 

From the high, eternal throne ; 
Come, where God, his gifts bestowing, 
In the church on earth is known. 



THE COMMUNION. 



3 Heavenly music ! he who listens, 
Longing for his spirit's home, 
While his eye with rapture glistens, 
Yearning says, — "I come, I come !" 



160. 11 & 10s. M. Anonymous. 

11 COME UNTO ME." 

i Come unto me, when shadows darkly gather, 
When the sad heart is weary and distrest, 
Seeking for comfort from your Heavenly 
Father, 
Come unto me, and I will give you rest ! 

2 Ye who have mourned when the spring- 
flowers were taken, 
When the ripe fruit fell richly to the ground, 
When the loved slept, in brighter homes to 
waken, 
Where their pale brows with spirit- wreaths 
are crowned ; 

s Large are the mansions in thy Father's 
dwelling, 
Glad are the homes that sorrows never dim ; 
Sweet are the harps in holy music swelling, 
Soft are the tones which raise the heavenly 
hymn; 

4 There, like an Eden blossoming in gladness, 
Bloom the fair flowers the earth too rudely 
pressed ; 
Come unto me, all ye who droop in sadness, 
Come unto me, and I will give you rest ! 



REMEMBRANCE OF CHRIST. 



161. 8, 7, & 4s. M. Anonymous, 

THE WEARY AND HEAVY-LADEN. 

i Come to Jesus, O my brothers, 
Come in this accepted hour ; 
Jesus ready stands to save you, 
Full of pity, love, and power ; 
He is able, 
He is willing, — doubt no more. 

2 Let not conscience make you linger, 

Nor of fitness fondly dream ; 
All the fitness he requireth 

Is to feel your need of him ; 
This he gives you, — 
'T is the spirit's struggling beam. 

3 Come, ye weary, heavy laden ; 

Wait not, — 't is your Saviour's call; 
If you tarry till you 're better, 

You will never come at all. 
Not the righteous, 
Sinners, Jesus came to call. 



162. P. M. Moore. 

COME, YE DISCONSOLATE. 

i Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish ; 

Come, at the shrine of God fervently kneel ! 

Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell 

your anguish ; 

Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot 

heal. 



THE COMMUNION. 

2 Joy of the desolate, light of the straying, 

Hope, when all others die, fadeless and pure. 
Here speaks the Comforter, in God's name 
saying, 
Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot 
cure. 

3 Here see the bread of life ; see waters flowing 

Forth from the throne of God, living and 
pure ; 
Come to the feast of love ; come, ever knowing 
Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot 
cure. 



lb J. C. M. Anonymous. 



PARTING HYMN. 



i Through thee as we together came, 
In singleness of heart, 
And met, O Jesus ! in thy name, 
So in thy name we part. 

2 Nearer to thee our spirits lead, 

And still thy love bestow, 
Till thou hast made us free indeed, 
And spotless, here below. 

3 When to the right or left we stray, 

Leave us not comfortless, 
But guide our feet into the way 
Of everlasting peace. 



HYMNS OF COMMUNION. 



164. 6 & 10s. M. Briggs' Coll. 

BENEDICTION. 

i The peace which God bestows 
Through him who died and rose, 

The peace the Father giveth through the Son, 
Be known in every mind. 
The broken heart to bind, 

And bless each traveller as he journeys on. 

2 Ye who have known to weep, 
Where your beloved sleep ; 

Ye who have raised the deep, the bitter cry — 

God's blessing be as balm, 

The fevered heart to calm, 
And wondrous peace the troubled mind supply. 

3 Ere daily strifes begin 
The war without, within, 

The God of love, with spirit and with power, 

Now on each bended head 

His deepest blessing shed, 
And keep us all through every troubled hour. 



V. CHRISTIANITY AND THE KINGDOM OF 
HEAVEN. 



165. C. M. Gaskeli 

THE HERALDS OF THE CROSS. 

i Forth went the heralds of the cross, 
No dangers made them pause; 
They counted all the world but loss, 
For their great Master's cause. 

2 Through looks of fire, and words of scorn, 

Serene their path they trod ; 
And to the dreary dungeon borne, 
Sang praises unto God. 

3 Friends dropped the hand they clasped before, 

Love changed to cruel hate ; 
And home to them was home no more ; 
Yet mourned they not their fate. 

4 In all his dark and dread array, 

Death rose upon their sight ; 
But calmly still they kept their way, 
And shrank not from the fight. 

5 They knew to whom their trust was given, 

They could not doubt His word ; 
Before them beamed the light of heaven. 
The presence of their Lord. 



CHRISTIANITY. 



6 O, may a faith as true be ours, 
And shed as pure a light 
Of peace across the darkest hours. 
And make the last one bright ! 



166. 7s. M. * Johns. 

THE PREACHERS OF THE WORD. 

i Thanks to God for those who came 
In the Saviour's glorious name ; 
Who upon the green earth trod 
But to teach the truth of God. 

2 For the great Apostles, first, 
Who from life's endearments burst, 
Going from the Cross, and then 
Leading to the Cross again : 

3 For the next, who meekly poured 
Willing blood to serve the Lord ; 
Fearless bore the racks of pain, 
Felon's death, or captive's chain ; 

4 And for all, from shore to shore, 
Who the blessed tidings bore ; 
All who wrought for liberty 
When 'twas treason to be free. 

5 Ye, who now, in better days, 
Live to spread your Maker's praise, 
Shedding, each man's home around, 
Light that consecrates the ground ; 

6 Teachers of the word of light, 
Go forth in your Master's might ! 
Speed your embassy where'er 
Life has grief, or death has fear ! 



THE GOSPEL. 

167. S. M. Ancient Hymns. 

THANKS FOR ALL SAINTS. 

i For all Thy saints, O God, 

Who strove in Christ to live, 
Who followed him, obeyed, adored, 
Our grateful hymn receive. 

2 For all Thy saints, O God, 
Accept our thankful cry, 

Who counted Christ their great reward, 
And yearned for him to die. 

3 They all, in life and death, 
With him, their Lord, in view, 

Learned from Thy holy spirit's breath 
To suffer and to do. 

4 For this Thy name we bless, 
And humbly pray that we 

May follow them in holiness, 
And live and die in Thee. 



168. s. M. 



Anonymous. 



THE WORD OF GOD. 



i God of the prophets' power ! 

God of the gospel's sound ! 
Move glorious on, — send out Thy voice 
To all the nations round. 

2 With hearts and lips unfeigned, 
We bless Thee for Thy word ; 

We praise Thee for the joyful news 
Of our ascended Lord. 
11 



CHRISTIANITY. 

3 O, may we treasure well 
The counsels that we hear, 

Till righteousness and solemn joy 
In all our hearts appear. 

4 Water the sacred seed, 
And give it large increase ; 

May neither fowls, nor rocks, nor thorns, 
Prevent the fruits of peace. 

5 And though we sow in tears, 
Our souls at last shall come, 

And gather in our sheaves with joy, 
At heaven's great harvest-home. 



169. H. M. Doddridge. 

THE GOSPEL. 

i Mark the soft falling snow 
And the diffusive rain ! 
To heaven, from whence it fell, 
It turns not back again ; 

Till, watering earth 

Through every pore, 

It calls forth all 

Her secret store. 

2 Arrayed in beauteous green, 
The hills and valleys shine, 
And man and beast are fed 
By providence divine : 

The harvest bows 

Its golden ears, 

The copious seed 

Of future years. 



THE GOSPEL. 

"So," saith the God of grace, 

u My gospel shall descend. 

Almighty to effect 

The purpose I intend ; 
Millions of souls 
Shall feel its power, 
And bear it down 
To millions more." 



170. S. M. Moore. 

CHRISTIANITY. 

i Behold the sun, how bright 

From yonder east he springs, 
As if the soul of life and light 
Were breathing from his wings. 

2 So bright the gospel broke 
Upon the souls of men ; 

So fresh the dreaming world awoke 
In truth's full radiance then. 

3 Before yon sun arose, 

Stars clustered through the sky; 
But, O, how dim, how pale, were those, 
To his one burning eye ! 

4 So truth lent many a ray, 
To bless the Pagan's night ; 

But, Lord, how faint, how cold, were they, 
To Thy one glorious light ! 



CHRISTIANITY AND 
171. L. M. Emily Taylor. 

THY KINGDOM COME ! 

i " Thy kingdom come !" The heathen lands. 
In error sunk, Thy presence crave ; 
And victims bound by tyrant hands 
Implore Thee, Father, come and save ! 

2 " Thy kingdom come ! " Each troubled mind 
In doubt and darkness calls for Thee ; 

For Thou hast eyes to give the blind, 
And strength to set the captive free. 

3 Thy reign of peace and love begin ! 
Too oft the Christian's sacred name 

Is stained by wrath and shamed by sin ; 
O, come, assert the gospel's claim ! 

4 O, never in that righteous cause 

Our hearts be slow, our voices dumb ; 

Upon the glorious theme we pause, 

And fervent pray, " Thy kingdom come !" 



172. C. M. Gaskell 



THY KINGDOM COME J 



O God ! the darkness roll away 
Which clouds the human soul, 

And let the bright, the perfect day, 
Speed onward to its goal. 

Let every hateful passion die, 
Which makes of brethren foes ; 

And war no longer raise its cry, 
To mar the world's repose. 



THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN. 

3 Let faith, and hope, and charity. 

Go forth through all the earth ; 
And man, in heavenly bearing, be 
True to his heavenly birth. 

4 Yea, let Thy glorious kingdom come 

Of holiness and love, 
And make this world a portal meet 
For Thy bright courts above. 



173. S. M. *H. Martineau 

THE COMING OF CHRIST IN POWER. 

i Lord Jesus, come ! for here 
Our path through wilds is laid ; 

We watch, as for the dayspring near, 
Amid the breaking shade. 

2 Lord Jesus, come ! for hosts 
Meet on the battle-plain ; 

Our holiest hopes seem vainest boasts, 
And tears are shed like rain. 

3 Lord Jesus, come ! the slave 
Still bears his heavy chains ; 

Their daily bread the hungry crave, 
While teem the fruitful plains. 

4 Hark ! herald voices near 
Lead on thy happier day ; 

Come, Lord, and our hosannas hear ! 
We wait to strew thy way. 

5 Come, as in days of old. 

With words of grace and power ; 
Gather us all within thy fold, 
And let us stray no more ! 
11* 



CHRISTIANITY AND 



174. 6 & 4S. M. 



Marriott. 



LET THERE BE LIGHT. 



i Thou, whose almighty word 
Chaos and darkness heard, 

And took their flight ! 
Hear us, we humbly pray, 
And where the gospel day 
Sheds not its glorious ray, 

Let there be light ! 

2 Thou, who didst come to bring, 
On Thy redeeming wing, 

Healing and sight ! 
Health to the sick in mind, 
Light to the inly blind, 
O, now to all mankind 

Let there be light! 

3 Descend Thou from above, 
Spirit of truth and love, 

Speed on Thy flight ! 
Move o'er the waters' face, 
Spirit of hope and grace, 
And in earth's darkest place 

Let there be light ! 

4 Blessed and glorious three, 
Thrice holy trinity, 

Wisdom, love, might ! 
Boundless as ocean's tide, 
Rolling in fullest pride, 
Through the world, far and wide, 

Let there be light ! 



THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN. 

175. C. M. * Moore. 

THE LATTER DAY. 

i Who shall behold the glorious day. 

When, throned on Zion's brow, 
The Lord shall rend the veil away 

Which hides the nations now ! 
When earth no more beneath the fear 

Of His rebuke shall lie ; 
When pain shall cease, and every tear 

Be wiped from every eye. 

2 Then shall the world no longer mourn 

Beneath oppression's chain ; 
The days of splendor shall return, 

And all be new again. 
The fount of life shall then be quaffed 

In peace by all who come, 
And every wind that blows shall waft 

Some long-lost exile home. 



176. L. M. Watts 

Christ's kingdom. 

i Jesus shall reign where'er the sun 
Does his successive journeys run ; 
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, 
Till moons shall wax and wane no more. 

2 For him shall endless prayer be made, 
And praises throng to crown his head ; 
His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise 
With every morning sacrifice. 



CHRISTIANITY AND 

3 People, and realms, of every tongue, 
Dwell on his love with sweetest song ; 
And infant voices shall proclaim 
Their early blessings on his name. 

4 Blessings abound where'er he reigns ; 
The prisoner leaps to loose his chains ; 
The weary find eternal rest, 

And all the sons of want are blest. 

5 Let every creature rise and bring 
Peculiar honors to our King ; 
Angels descend with songs again, 
And earth repeat the loud amen ! 



177. 10S. M. ASHWORTH. 

TRIUMPH OF THE GOSPEL. 

i Pour, blessed gospel, glorious news for man ! 

Thy stream of life o'er springless deserts 

roll: 

Thy bond of peace the mighty earth can span, 

And make one brotherhood from pole to 

pole. 

2 On, piercing gospel, on ! of every heart, 
In every latitude, thou own'st the key : 
From their dull slumbers savage souls shall 
start, 
With all their treasures first unlocked by 
thee ! 



THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN. 

3 Tread, kingly gospel, through the nations 

tread ! 
With all the noblest virtues in thy train : 
Be all to thy blest freedom captive led ; 
And Christ, the true emancipator, reign ! 

4 Spread, giant gospel, spread thy growing 

wings ! 
Gather thy scattered ones from every land : 
Call home the wanderers to the King of kings : 
Proclaim them all thine own; — ; t is His 
command ! 



178. L. M. 



Anonymous. 



HYMN OF THE CHURCH TRIUMPHANT. 

i Triumphant Zion ! lift thy head 
From dust, and darkness, and the dead ; 
Though humbled long, awake at length 
And gird thee with thy Saviour's strength ! 

2 Put all thy beauteous garments on, 
And let thine excellence be known ; 
Decked in the robes of righteousness, 
Thy glories shall the world confess. 

3 No more shall foes unclean invade, 
And fill thy hallowed walls with dread; 
No more shall siir s insulting host 
Their victory and thy sorrows boast. 

* Thy God on high lias heard thy prayer, 
His hand thy ruin shall repair ; 
Nor will thy watchful Monarch cease 
To guard thee in eternal peace. 



CHRISTIANITY AND 



179. C. M. Montgomery 



DAUGHTER OF ZION. 



i Daughter of Zion ! from the dust 
Exalt thy fallen head ; 
Again in thy Redeemer trust, 
He calls thee from the dead. 

2 Awake, awake ! put on thy strength, 

Thy beautiful array ; 
The day of freedom dawns at length, 
The Lord's appointed day. 

3 Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge, 

And send thy heralds forth ; 
Say to the south, " Give up thy charge, 
And keep not back, O north !" 

4 They come, they come ; — thine exiled bands, 

Where'er they rest or roam, 
Have heard thy voice in distant lands, 
And hasten to their home. 



180. 8 & 7s. M. Newton. 

THE CHURCH EVERLASTING. 

i Glorious things of thee are spoken, 
Zion, city of our God ! 
He whose word cannot be broken 
Formed thee for His own abode. 

2 On the Rock of Ages founded, 

What can shake thy sure repose ? 
With salvation's walls surrounded, 
Thou may'st smile at all thy foes. 






THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN. 

3 See ! the streams of living waters, 

Springing from eternal love, 
Well supply thy sons and daughters, 
And all fear of want remove. 

4 Who can faint while such a river 

Ever flows their thirst to assuage? 
Love, which, like the Lord, the giver, 
Never fails from age to age. 

5 Round each habitation hovering, 

See the cloud and fire appear ! 
For a glory and a covering, 
Showing that the Lord is near : 

6 Thus deriving from their banner 

Light by night and shade by day, 
Safe they feed upon the manna 

Which he gives them when they pray. 



181. L. M. 



Whittier. 



CHRISTIANITY. 



i O fairest-born of Love and Light, 
Yet bending brow and eye severe 
On all which pains the holy sight, 

Or wounds the pure and perfect ear, — 

2 The generous feeling, pure and warm, 

Which owns the rights of all divine, 
The pitying heart, the helping arm, 
The prompt self-sacrifice, are thine ! 

3 Beneath thy broad, impartial eye, 

How fade the lines of caste and birth ! 
How equal in their sufferings lie 
The groaning multitudes of earth ! 



CHRISTIANITY AND 

4 Still to a stricken brother true, 

Whatever clime hath nurtured him ; 
As stooped to heal the wounded Jew 
The worshipper of Gerizim. 

5 In holy words which cannot die, 

In thoughts which angels leaned to know, 
Christ gave thy message from on high, 
Thy mission to a world of woe. 

6 That voice's echo hath not died ; 

From the blue lake of Galilee, 
From Tabor's lonely mountain-side, 
It calls a struggling world to thee. 



182. C. M. H. Martineau. 

CHRISTIAN EQUALITY. 

i All men are equal in their birth, 
Heirs of the earth and skies ; 
All men are equal, when that earth 
Fails from their dying eyes. 

2 God greets the throngs who pay their vows 

In courts their hands have made ; 
And hears the worshipper who bows 
Beneath the plantain shade. 

3 J Tis man alone who difference sees. 

And speaks of high and low ; 
And worships those, and tramples these, 
While the same path they go. 

4 O, let man hasten to restore 

To all their rights of love ! 
In power and wealth exult no more, 
In wisdom lowly move. 



THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN. 



Ye great ! renounce your earth-born pride ; 

Ye low ! your shame and fear ; 
Live, as ye worship, side by side ; 

Your brotherhood revere. 



183. C. M. BULFINCH 

" THAT THEY MAY BE ONE." 

i Was it in vain that Jesus prayed 
For those he came to save, 
When darkly o'er his path was laid 
The shadow of the grave ? 

2 Hath Jesus loved and prayed in vain ? 

O doubting heart, be still ! 
Yet holds the Lord his glorious reign, 
Despite of wrong and ill. 

3 Though nations with their battle-cries 

Profane the Almighty's name, 
Though bigots to the offended skies 
Their own wild wrath proclaim, — 

4 Thousands, in every Christian land, 

Have never bowed the knee 
In worship to the idol-band 
Of strife and perfidy. 

5 And these are one; — though some may bend 

Before the Virgin's shrine, 
While others' prayers and thanks ascend, 
Father ! alone at Thine, — 

6 Yet they are one ; if through their hearts 

The soul of love be poured, 
As swells some strain of various parts, 
Yet all in sweet accord. 
12 



CHRISTIANITY AND 

184. S. M. Johns. 

HUMAN BROTHERHOOD. 

i Hush the loud cannon's roar, 

The frantic warrior's call ! 
Why should the earth be drenched with gore ? 
Are we not brothers all ? 

2 Want, from the wretch depart ! 
Chains, from the captive fall ! 

Sweet mercy, melt the oppressor's heart, — 
Sufferers are brothers all. 

3 Churches and sects, strike down 
Each mean partition-wall ! 

Let love each harsher feeling drown, — 
Christians are brothers all. 

4 Let love and truth alone 
Hold human hearts in thrall, 

That heaven its work at length may own, 
And men be brothers all. 

185. C. M. Gaskell. 

PEACE. 

i How long, O Lord, his brother's blood 
Shall man in battle spill ? 
How long that mandate be withstood, 
Which cries, "Thou shalt not kill?" 

2 How long shall glory still be found 
In scenes of cruel strife, 
Where misery walks, a giant crowned, 
Crushing the flowers of life ? 



THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN. 

3 O, hush, great God ! the sounds of war, 

And make Thy children feel 
That he, with Thee, is noblest far. 
Who toils for human weal ; — 

4 And though forgotten, he alone 

Can be a Christian true 
Who would his foes as brethren own, 
And still their good pursue. 



186. 7S. M. MlLMAN. 

HE REBUKED THE WIND AND THE SEA. 

i Lord ! thou didst arise and say 
To the troubled waters, Peace ! 
And the tempest died away ; 
Down they sank, the foaming seas, 
And a calm and heaving sleep 
Spread o'er all the glassy deep; 
All the azure lake serene 
Like another heaven was seen. 

2 Lord ! thy gracious word repeat 
To the billows of the proud ! 
Quell the tyrant's martial heat, 
Quell the fierce and changing crowd ! 
Then the earth shall find repose 
From oppressions, and from woes ; 
And an imaged heaven appear 
In the world of darkness here. 



CHRISTIANITY AND 



187. L . M. 



THE HOPE OF MAN. 



i The Past is dark with sin and shame. 
The Future dim with doubt and fear ; 
But, Father, yet we praise Thy name, 
Whose guardian love is always near. 

2 For man has striven, ages long, 
With faltering steps to come to Thee, 
And in each purpose high and strong 
The influence of Thy grace could see. 

3 He could not breathe an earnest prayer, 
But Thou wast kinder than he dreamed, 
As age by age brought hopes more fair, 
And nearer still Thy kingdom seemed. 

4 But never rose within his breast 

A trust so calm and deep as now ; — 
Shall not the weary find a rest ? 
Father, Preserver, answer Thou ! 

5 J T is dark around, 'tis dark above, 

But through the shadow streams the sun ; 
We cannot doubt Thy certain love ; 
And Man's true aim shall yet be won * 



lob. 6s. M. Anonymous. 

BEHOLD, HE COMETH. 

i Hark ! through the waking earth, 
Hark ! through the echoing sky, 
Herald of freedom's birth, 
There comes a glorious cry 



THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN. 

2 The triple chains that bind 
Fall from the weary limb, 

And from the down-crushed mind, 
As soundeth that high hymn. 

3 Unto man's waiting heart 

It saith, — " Arise, be strong ! 
Bear thou an earnest part 
Against all forms of wrong. 

4 " Wouldst live in earth as lives 
The glorious One above? 

He for thy model gives 
Himself, and he is Love. 

5 " Love in each brother man 
The God who loveth him ; 
Revere the stamp of heaven, 
However marred and dim. 

6 " Bid fear give place to love ; 
Bid doubt and passion cease ; 
Be every word of hate 
Forever hushed in peace." 

7 Sound, sound through all the earth ! 
Sound through the echoing sky ! 
Proclaim the world's new birth; 
Proclaim the Lord is nigh ! 



189. 7s. M. 



11 Montgomery. 



THE LIBERTY OF THE SONS OF GOD. 

God made all his creatures free ; 
Life itself is liberty ; 
God ordained no other bands 
Than united hearts and hands. 
12* 



CHRISTIANITY AND 

2 Sin the primal charter broke, — 
Sin, itself earth's heaviest yoke; 
Tyranny with sin began, 

Man o'er brute, and man o'er man. 

3 But a better day shall be, 
Life again be liberty, 

And the wide world's only bands 
Love-knit hearts and love-linked hands. 

4 So shall every slavery cease, 

All God's children dwell in peace, 
And the new-born earth record 
Love, and Love alone, is Lord. 



190. P. M. H.Ware. 

FREEDOM. 

i Oppression shall not always reign ; 

There comes a brighter day, 
When freedom, burst from every chain, 

Shall have triumphant way. 
Then right shall over might prevail, 
And truth, like hero armed in mail, 
The hosts of tyrant wrong assail, 

And hold eternal sway. 

2 What voice shall bid the progress stay 

Of truth's victorious car? 
What arm arrest the growing day, 

Or quench the solar star ? 
What reckless soul, though stout and strong, 
Shall dare bring back" the ancient wrong, 
Oppression's guilty night prolong, 

And freedom's morning bar? 



THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN. 



191. C. M. *Whittier. 



THE REFORMERS. 



i pure Reformers ! not in vain 
Your trust in human kind ; 
The good which bloodshed could not gain, 
Your peaceful zeal shall find. 

2 The truths ye urge are borne abroad 

By every wind and tide ; 
The voice of nature and of God 
Speaks out upon your side. 

3 The weapons which your hands have found 

Are those which Heaven hath wrought, 
Light, Truth, and Love, — your battle-ground, 
The free, broad field of Thought. 

4 O, may no selfish purpose break 

The beauty of your plan, 
Nor lie from throne or altar shake 
Your steady faith in man. 

5 Press on ! and if we may not share 

The glory of your fight, 
We '11 ask at least, in earnest prayer, 
God's blessing on the Right. 



192. 8 & 7s. M. Cowper. 



THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN. 



i Hear what God, the Lord, hath spoken ; 
O my people, faint and few, 
Comfortless, afflicted, broken, 
Fair abodes I build for you ; 



THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN. 

Scenes of heartfelt tribulation 

Shall no more perplex your ways ; 

You shall name your walls salvation, 
And your gates shall all be praise. 

2 There, in undisturbed possession, 

Peace and righteousness shall reign; 
Never shall you feel oppression, 

Never hear of war again ; 
God shall rise, and, shining o'er you, 

Change to day the gloom of night ; 
He, the Lord, shall be your glory, 

God your everlasting light. 



VI. THE CHRISTIAN CHARACTER. 



193. P. M. Sp. of Psalms 

THE HOLY SPIRIT. 

i Our blest Redeemer, ere he breathed 
His tender, last farewell, 
A Guide, a Comforter, bequeathed, 
With us to dwell. 

2 He came, in tongues of living flame, 

To teach, convince, subdue ; 
All powerful as the wind he came, 
As viewless too. 

3 He came sweet influence to impart, 

A gracious, willing guest, 
While he can find one humble heart 
Wherein to rest. 

4 And his that gentle voice we hear, 

Soft as the iDreath of even, 
That checks each fault, that calms each fear 
And speaks of heaven. 

5 And every virtue we possess, 

And every victory won, 
And every thought of holiness, 
Are his alone. 



THE CHRISTIAN CHARACTER. 

6 Spirit of purity and grace, 
Our weakness pitying see ; 
O, make our hearts Thy dwelling-place, 
And worthier Thee ! 



-1^4. S. M. Anonymous. 

THE SPIRIT SAITH " COME ! " 

i The Spirit in our hearts 

Is whispering, " Wanderer, come!" 
The Bride, the church of Christ, proclaims 
To all his children, " Come ! " 

2 Let him that heareth say 
To all about him, " Come ! " 

Let him that thirsts for righteousness, 
To Christ, the fountain, come ! 

3 Yes, whosoever will, 
O, let him freely come, 

And freely drink the stream of life ; 
'Tis Jesus bids you come. 

4 Lo ! Jesus, who invites, 
Declares, " I quickly come !" 

Lord, even so ! I wait thine hour ; 
Jesus, my Saviour, come ! 



195. 7s. M. 



Anonymous 



THE PRODIGAL. 



Brother, hast thou wandered far 
From thy Father's happy home, 
With thyself and God at war ? 
Turn thee, brother, homeward come ! 



SPIRITUAL INFLUENCES. 

2 Hast thou wasted all the powers 
God for noble uses gave ? 
Squandered life's most golden hours? 
Turn thee, brother, God can save ! 

3 Is a mighty famine now 

In thy heart and in thy soul ? 

Discontent upon thy brow ? 

Turn thee, God will make thee whole ! 

4 He can heal thy bitterest wound, 
He thy gentlest prayer can hear ; 
Seek Him, for He may be found ; 
Call upon Him ; He is near. 



196. L. M. Beard's Coll. 

TURN, CHILD OF DOUBT. 

i Turn, child of doubt, estranged from God ! 
To error's joyless waste betrayed ; 
No light will there illume thy road, 
No friendly voice will give thee aid. 

2 O, turn, and leave that cheerless waste ! 
The shade of death, — the maze of woe ! 
There is a path that leads to rest, 

A fount of life is given below. 

3 Thy friend, thy Lord, from heaven revealed. 
The lost, the erring, to recall, 

That sacred fountain hath unsealed ; 
With voice of love he speaks to all. 

4 He bids the dying wanderer turn, 
To walk in duty's way, and live; 

He speaks to wounded souls that mourn, 
He speaks, — to heal and to forgive. 



THE CHRISTIAN CHARACTER. 



197. 7s. M. 

COME HOME ! 



Briggs' Coll. 



i Soul ! celestial in thy birth, 
Dwelling yet in lowest earth, 
Panting, shrinking to be free, 
Hear God's spirit whisper thee. 

2 Thus it saith, in accents mild, — 

" Weary wanderer, wayward child, 
From thy Father's earnest love 
Still forever wilt thou rove ? 

3 " Turn to hope, and peace, and light, 
* Freed from sin, and earth, and night ; 

I have called, entreated thee, 
In my mercies gentle, free. 

4 " Human soul, in love divine 

I have sought to make thee mine ; 
Still for thee good angels yearn ; 
Human soul, return, return !" 



198. C. M. Whittier. 



THE CALL. 



O, not alone with outward sign 

Of fear, or voice from heaven, 
The message of a truth divine, 

The call of God, is given ; 
Awakening in the human heart 

Love for the True and Right, 
Zeal for the Christian's better part, 

Strength for the Christian's fight. 



SPIRITUAL INFLUENCES. 

2 Though heralded by naught of fear. 

Or outward sign, or show ; 
Though only to the inward ear 

It whisper soft and low ; 
Though dropping as the manna fell, 

Unseen, yet from above, 
Holy and gentle, heed it well, — 

The call to Truth and Love. 



iyy. lis. M. Anonymous 

ACQUAINT THEE WITH GOD. 

i Acquaint thee, O spirit, acquaint thee with 

God, 
And joy, like the sunshine, shall beam on 

thy road ; 
And peace, like the dew, shall descend round 

thy head, 
And sleep, like an angel, shall visit thy bed. 

2 Acquaint thee, O spirit, acquaint thee with 
God, 
And he shall be with thee when fears are 

abroad ; 
Thy safeguard in danger that threatens thy 

path, 
Thy joy in the valley and shadow of death. 
13 



THE CHRISTIAN CHARACTER. 

200. S. M. Johns. 

THOU MUST BE BORN AGAIN. 

i Thou must be born again ! 
Such was the solemn word 
To him who came, not all in vain, 
By night to seek his Lord. 

2 Thou must be born again ! 
But not the birth of clay ; 

The immortal seed must thence obtain 
Deliverance into day. 

3 Thou, in thy inmost mind, 

Must own the same control ; 
The same regenerating wind 
Must move and guide thy soul. 

4 Thou canst not choose but trace 
The steps the Master trod, 

If once thou feel his truth and grace, 
A conscious child of God. 

5 The mortal's birth is past ; 
The immortal's birth must be; 

Seek well and thou shalt find at last 
That blest nativity. 



201. 7s. M. * John Taylor. 

A PENITENTIAL HYMN. 

l God of mercy ! God of love ! 
Hear our sad, repentant songs ; 
Listen to Thy suppliant ones, 
Thou, to whom all grace belongs ! 



PENITENCE. 

2 Deep regret for follies past, 
Talents wasted, time misspent; 
Hearts debased by worldly cares, 
Thankless for the blessings lent ; — 

3 Foolish fears and fond desires, 
Vain regrets for things as vain ; 
Lips too seldom taught to praise, 
Oft to murmur and complain; — 

4 These, and every secret fault, 
Filled with grief and shame, we own ; 
Humbled at Thy feet we bow, 
Seeking strength from Thee alone. 

5 God of mercy ! God of love ! 
Hear our sad, repentant songs ; 
O, restore Thy suppliant ones, 
Thou to whom all grace belongs ! 



202. 10s. M. 



Anonymous. 



THE BROKEN SHIELD. 



i O, send me not away ! for I would drink, 
Even I, the weakest, at the fount of life ; 
( 'hide not my steps, that venture near the 

brink, 
Weary and fainting from the deadly strife. 

2 Went I not forth undaunted and alone, 
Strong in the majesty of human might] 
Lo ! I return, all wounded and forlorn, 
My dream of glory lost in shades of night. 



THE CHRISTIAN CHARACTER. 

3 Was I not girded for the battle-field ? 
Bore I not helm of pride and glittering sword ? 
Behold the fragments of my broken shield, 
And lend to me Thy heavenly armor. Lord ! 



203. C. M. FURNESS 

THE PENITENT SON. 

i O, richly, Father, have I been 
Blest evermore by Thee ! 
And morning, noon, and night Thou hast 
Preserved me tenderly. 

2 And yet the love which Thou shouldst claim 

To idols I have given ; 
Too oft have bound to earth the hopes 
That know no home but heaven. 

3 Unworthy to be called Thy son, 

I come with shame to Thee, 
Father! — O, more than Father, Thou 
Hast always been to me ! 

4 Help me to break the heavy chains 

The world has round me thrown, 
And know the glorious liberty 
Of an obedient son. 

5 That I may henceforth heed whate'er 

Thy voice within me saith, 
Fix deeply in my heart of hearts 
A principle of faith, — 

6 Faith that, like armor to my soul, 

Shall keep all evil out, 
More mighty than an angel host, 
Encamping round about. 



PENITENCE. 

204. 7S. M. MlLMAN. 

LORD, HAVE MERCY. 

i Lord, have mercy when we pray 
Strength to seek a better way ; 
When our wakening thoughts begin 
First to loathe their cherished sin ; 
When our weary spirits fail, 
And our aching brows are pale ; 
Then Thy strengthening grace afford ; 
Then, O, then, have mercy, Lord ! 

2 Lord, have mercy when we know 
First how vain this world below ; 
When its darker thoughts oppress, 
Doubts perplex, and fears distress ; 
When the earliest gleam is given 
Of the bright but distant heaven ; 
Then Thy strengthening grace afford; 
Then, O, then, have mercy, Lord ! 



205. L. M. * 

I WILL ARISE AND GO UNTO MY FATHER. 

i To Thine eternal arms, O God, 
Take us, Thine erring children, in; 
From dangerous paths too boldly trod, 
From wandering thoughts and dreams of sin. 

2 Those arms were round our childish ways, 
A guard through helpless years to be ; 
leave not our maturer days, 
We still are helpless without Thee ! 
13* 



THE CHRISTIAN CHARACTER. 

3 We trusted hope and pride and strength : 
Our strength proved false, our pride was vain, 
Our dreams have faded all at length, — 
We come to Thee, O Lord, again ! 

4 A guide to trembling steps yet be ! 
Give us of Thine eternal powers ! 
So shall our paths all lead to Thee, 
And life smile on like childhood's hours. 



206. L. M. Flint's Coll. 

THE STRENGTH OF THE ERRING. 

i Yes ! prayer is strong, and God is good ; 
Man is not made for endless ill ; 
The offending soul, in darkest mood, 
Hath yet a hope, a refuge still. 

2 Thou, God. wilt hear ; these pangs are meant 
To heal the spirit, not destroy ; 
And even remorse, for chastening sent, 
When Thou commandest, works for joy. 



:207. C. M. *Wreford. 

PRAYER FOR INCREASE OF FAITH. 

i Lord ! I believe ; Thy power I own 
Thy word I would obey ; 
I wander comfortless and lone, 
When from Thy truth I stray. 

2 Lord ! I believe ; but gloomy fears 
Sometimes bedim my sight ; 
I .look to Thee with prayers and tears, 
And cry for strength and light. 



INWARD STRUGGLE. 

Lord! I believe; hut oft, I know, 

My faith is cold and weak ; 
Make strong my weakness, and bestow 

The confidence I seek ! 

Yes, I believe ; and only Thou 

Canst give my soul relief, 
Lord ! to Thy truth my spirit bow, 

Help Thou my unbelief ! 



208. 0. M. Bartrum. 

MY GOD, REMEMBER ME. 

i O, from these visions dark and drear, 
Kind Father, set me free ; 
I struggle yet with darkness here, — 
My God, remember me ! 

2 Refresh my drooping soul with grace 

And quickening energy ; 
Still running, toiling in the race, — 
My God, remember me ! 

3 Some cheering ray of hope impart, 

Sweet influence from Thee ; 
And raise this feeble, drooping heart, — 
My God, remember me ! 

4 For the inheritance in light, 

On trembling wings I flee ; 
With sins, and doubts, and fears, I fight, — 
My God, remember me ! 



THE CHRISTIAN CHARACTER. 



209. c. M. 



MlLMAN. 



PRAYER FOR HELP. 



i O, help us, Lord ! each hour of need 
Thy heavenly succor give ; 
Help us in thought, in word, in deed, 
Each hour on earth we live. 

2 O, hepp us, when our spirits bleed, 

With doubt and anguish sore ; 
And when our hearts are cold and dead, 
O, help us, Lord, the more. 

3 O, help us, through the prayer of faith, 

More firmly to believe ; 
For still the more the servant hath, 
The more shall he receive. 

4 O, help us, Father ! from on high ; 

We know no help but Thee ; 
O, help us so to live and die, 
As Thine in heaven to be ! 



210. 7s. M. Russian. 



IN DOUBT. 



i Why, thou never-setting Light, 
Is thy brightness veiled from me ? 
Why does this unwonted night 
Cloud thy blest benignity ? 

2 I am lost without thy ray ; 
Guide my wandering footsteps, Lord ! 
Light my dark and erring way 
To the noontide of Thy word. 



INWARD STRUGGLE. 



211. C. M. Humphries. 

GOOD LORD, REMEMBER ME. 

i Thou, from whom all goodness flows, 
I lift my soul to Thee ; 
In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes, 
Good Lord, remember me ! 

2 When on my aching, burdened heart 

My sins lie heavily, 
Thy pardon grant, new peace impart ; 
Good Lord, remember me ! 

3 When trials sore obstruct my way, 

And ills I cannot flee, 
O, let my strength be as my day ; 
Good Lord, remember me ! 

4 When worn with pain, disease, and grief, 

This feeble body see ; 
Grant patience, rest, and kind relief; 
Good Lord, remember me ! 

5 When in the solemn hour of death 

I wait Thy just decree, 
Be this the prayer of my last breath, — 
Good Lord, remember me ! 

6 And when before Thy throne I stand, 

And lift my soul to Thee, 
Then, with the saints at Thy right hand, 
Good Lord, remember me ! 



THE CHRISTIAN CHARACTER. 

212. P. M. Mrs. Follen 

LORD, TO WHOM SHALL WE GO? 

i When, with error bewildered, our path 
becomes dreary, 
And tears of despondency flow, 
When the whole head is sick, and the whole 
heart is weary, 
Despairing, — to whom shall Ave go? 

2 When the thirsting soul turneth away from 

the springs 
Of the pleasures this world can bestow, 
And sighs for another, and flutters its wings, 
Impatient, — to whom shall it go? 

3 O, blest be that light which has parted the 

clouds, 
And a path to the wanderer can show ; 
That pierces the veil which the future en- 
shrouds, 
And tells us to whom we should go ! 



213. C. M. BULFINCH 

HELP THOU OUR UNBELIEF. 

i Father, when o'er our trembling hearts 

Doubt's shadows gathering brood, 
When faith in Thee almost departs, 

And gloomiest fears intrude ; 
Forsake us not, O God of grace, 

But send those fears relief; 
Grant us again to see Thy face ; 

Lord, help our unbelief! 



INWARD STRUGGLE. 

When sorrow comes, and joys are flown, 

And fondest hopes lie dead, 
And blessings, long esteemed our own, 

Are now forever fled : 
When the bright promise of our spring 

Is but a withered leaf, 
Lord, to Thy truths still let us cling ; 

Help Thou our unbelief! 

And when the powers of nature fail 

Upon the couch of pain, 
Nor love nor friendship can avail 

The spirit to detain ; 
Then, Father, be our closing eyes 

Undimmed by tears of grief; 
And, if a trembling doubt arise, 

Help Thou our unbelief ! 



214. 7S. M. FURNESS 

CHRIST WHO STRENGTHENETH ME. 

i Feeble, helpless, how shall I 
Learn to live and learn to die? 
Who, O God, my guide shall be? 
Who shall lead thy child to Thee? 

2 Blessed Father, gracious One, 
Thou hast sent thy holy Son ; 
He will give the light I need, 
He my trembling steps will lead. 

3 Through this world, uncertain, dim, 
Let me ever learn of him ; 

From his precepts wisdom draw, 
Make his life my solemn law. 



THE CHRISTIAN CHARACTER. 

4 Thus in deed, and thought, and word, 
Led by Jesus Christ the Lord, 

In my weakness, thus shall I 
Learn to live and learn to die : 

5 Learn to live in peace and love, 
Like the perfect ones above ; — 
Learn to die without a fear, 
Feeling Thee, my Father, near. 



^Ao. L. M. Anonymous. 

ANGELS FROM HEAVEN STRENGTHENING HIM. 

i When in thine hour of conflict, Lord, 
The tempter to thy soul was nigh, 
Or when that bitter cup was poured 
In thy deep garden-agony, — 

2 Not then, when uttermost thy need, 
Seemed light across thy soul to break ; 
No seraph form was seen to speed, 
Nor yet the voice of comfort spake ; 

3 Till, by thine own triumphant word, 
The victory over ill was won ; 
Until the voice of faith was heard, 

" Thy will, O God, not mine, be done ! " 

4 Lord, bring those precious moments back, 
When fainting against sin we strain ; 

Or in thy counsels fail to track 
Aught but the present grief and pain. 

5 In weakness, help us to contend ; 
In darkness, yield to God our will ; 
And true hearts, faithful to the end, 
Cheer by thine holy angels still ! 



ASPIRATION. 



216. 7s. M. Montgomery. 

IN TEMPTATION. 

i Hasten, Lord, to my release ; 
Haste to help me, O my God ! 
Foes like armed bands increase ; — 
Turn them back the way they trod. 

2 Dark temptations round me press. 
Evil thoughts my soul assail ; 
Doubts and fears, in my distress, 
Rise, till flesh and spirit fail. 

3 Thou mine only helper art, 
My redeemer from the grave ; 
Strength of my desiring heart, 
Father ! Helper ! haste to save ! 



217. 11 & 10s. M. Anonymous. 

SPIRITUAL BLESSINGS. 

i Almighty Father ! Thou hast many a blessing 
In store for every erring child of Thine ; 
For this I pray, — Let me, Thy grace pos- 
sessing, 
Seek to be guided by Thy will divine. 

2 Not for earth's treasures, for her joys the 
dearest, 
Would I my supplications raise to Thee ; 
Not for the hopes that to my heart are nearest, 
But onlv that I give that heart to Thee. 
14 



THE CHRISTIAN CHARACTER. 

3 I pray that Thou wouldst guide and guard 
me ever ; 
Cleanse, by Thy power, from every stain 
of sin ; 
I will Thy blessing ask on each endeavor, 
And thus Thy promised peace my soul 
shall win. 



^lo. L. M. Montgomery. 



THE SOUL'S REST. 



i Return, my soul, unto thy rest, 
From vain pursuits and maddening cares ; 
From lonely woes that wring thy breast, 
The world's allurements, toils, and snares. 

2 Return unto thy rest, my soul, 

From all the wanderings of thy thought ; 
From sickness unto death made whole ; 
Safe through a thousand perils brought. 

3 Then to thy rest, my soul, return, 
From passions every hour at strife ; 
Sin's works, and ways, and wages, spurn, 
Lay hold upon eternal life. 

4 God is thy rest ; with heart inclined 
To keep His word, that word believe ; 
Christ is thy rest ; with lowly mind, 
His light and easy yoke receive. 



ASPIRATION. 



219. L. M. Moravian. 

SEEKING GOD. 

i Thou hidden love of God, whose height, 
Whose depth unfathomed, no man knows ; 
I see from far Thy beauteous light. 
Inly I sigh for Thy repose. 
My heart is pained ; nor can it be 
At rest, till it find rest in Thee. 

2 Thy secret voice invites me still 
The sweetness of Thy yoke to prove ; 
And fain I would ; but though my will 
Seem fixed, yet wide my passions rove ; 
Yet hindrances strew all the way; 

I aim at Thee, yet from Thee stray. 

3 J T is mercy all, that Thou hast brought 
My mind to seek her peace in Thee ; 
Yet, while I seek, but find Thee not, 
No peace my wandering soul shall see. 
O, when shall all my wanderings end, 
And all my steps to Thee-ward tend ! 

4 Is there a thing beneath the sun, 

That strives with Thee my heart to share? 
Ah ! tear it thence, and reign alone, 
The Lord of every motion there ! 
Then shall my heart from earth be free, 
When it hath found repose in Thee. 



THE CHRISTIAN CHARACTER. 

52^0. P. M. Anonymous. 

LEAD THOU ME ON ! 

i Send kindly light amid the encircling gloom, 
And lead me on ! 
The night is dark, and I am far from home ; 

Lead Thou me on ! 
Keep Thou my feet : I do not ask to see 
The distant scene ; one step enough for me. 

2 I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou 

Shouldst lead me on ; 
I loved to choose and see my path ; but now 

Lead Thou me on ! 
I loved day's dazzling light, and, spite of fears, 
Pride ruled my will : remember not past years ! 

3 So long Thy power hath blessed me, surely still 

5 T will lead me on 
Through dreary doubt, through pain and sor- 
row, till 

The night is gone, 
And with the morn those angel faces smile 
Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile 



221. L. M. Watts. 

DEVOUT RETIREMENT AND MEDITATION. 

i My God ! permit me not to be 
A stranger to myself and Thee ; 
Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove, 
Forgetful of my highest love. 



ASPIRATION. 

2 Why should my passions mix with earth , 
And thus debase my heavenly birth ? 
Why should I cleave to things below. 
And let my God, my Saviour, go ? 

3 Call me away from flesh and sense ; 

One sovereign word can draw me thence ; 
I would obey Thy voice divine, 
And all inferior joys resign. 

4 Be earth, with all her strife, withdrawn ; 
Let noise and vanity be gone ; 

In secret silence of the mind, 

My heaven, and there my God, I find. 



222. L. M. 



Moravian. 



ASPIRATION. 



O, draw me, Father, after Thee ! 
•So shall I run and never tire ; 
With 'gracious words still comfort me; 
Be Thou my hope, my sole desire ; 
Free me from every weight; nor fear 
Nor sin can come, if Thou art near 

From all eternity, with love 
Unchangeable Thou hast me viewed ; 
Ere knew this beating heart to move, 
Thy tender mercies me pursued ; 
Ever with me may they abide, 
And close me in on every side 
14f 



THE CHRISTIAN CHARACTER. 

3 In suffering be Thy love my peace ; 
In weakness be Thy love my power ; 
And when the storms of life shall cease, 
O Father ! in my latest hour, 
In death as life, be Thou my guide, 
And draw me closer to Thy side. 



223. L. M. C. Wesley. 

SPIRITUAL NEEDS. 

i I want the spirit of power within, 
Of love, and of a healthful mind : 
Of power to conquer every sin ; 
Of love to God and all mankind ; 
Of health that pain and death defies, 
Most vigorous when the body dies. 

2 O, that the Comforter would come, 
Nor visit as a transient guest, 
But fix in me his constant home, 
And keep possession of my breast ; 
And make my soul his loved abode, 
The temple of indwelling God ! 



224. C. M. C. Wesley 



WATCHFULNESS. 



I want a principle within 
Of jealous, godly fear ; 

A sensibility to sin, 
A pain to find it near. 



SPIRITUAL DESIRES. 

2 I want the first approach to feel 

Of pride, or fond desire ; 
To catch the wandering of my will, 
And quench the kindling fire. 

3 From Thee that I no more may part. 

No more Thy goodness grieve, 
The filial awe, the fleshly heart, 
The tender conscience give. 

4 Quick as the apple of an eye, 

O God, my conscience make ! 
Awake my soul, when sin is nigh, 
And keep it still awake. 



225. S. M. C. Wesley, 

SPIRITUAL WANTS. 

i My God, my strength, my hope, 

On Thee I cast my care, 
With humble confidence look up, 

And know Thou hear'st my prayer. 

Give me on Thee to wait, 

Till I can all things do ; 
On Thee, almighty to create, 

Almighty to renew. 

2 I want a sober mind, 

A self-renouncing will, 
That tramples down and casts behind 
The baits of pleasing ill ; 



THE CHRISTIAN CHARACTER. 

A soul inured to pain, 
To hardship, grief, and loss, 
Bold to take up, firm to sustain. 
The consecrated cross. 

3 I want a godly fear, 

A quick-discerning eye, 
That looks to Thee when sin is near, 

And bids the tempter fly ; 

A spirit still prepared, 

And armed with jealous care, 
Forever standing on its guard, 

And watching unto prayer. 

4 I want a true regard, 
A single, steady aim, 

Unmoved by threatening or reward, 

To Thee and Thy great name ; 

This blessing above all, 

Always to pray, I want : 
Out of the deep on Thee to call, 

And never, never faint. 

5 I rest upon Thy word ; 
The promise is for me ; 

My succor and salvation, Lord, 
Shall surely come from Thee ; 
But let me still abide, 
Nor from my hope remove, 

Till Thou my patient spirit guide 
Into Thy perfect love. 



SPIRITUAL DESIRES. 



&4V. 7s. -M. Montgomery. 

THE SOUL THIRSTING FOR GOD. 

i As the hart, with eager looks, 
Panteth for the water-brooks, 
So my soul, athirst for Thee, 
Pants the living God to see ; 
When, O, when, without a fear, 
Lord, shall I to Thee draw near ? 

2 Why art thou cast down, my soul? 
God, thy God, shall make thee whole ; 
Why art thou disquieted ? 
God shall lift thy fallen head, 
And His countenance benign 
Be the saving health of thine. 



&&1 . S. M. Montgomery. 

SEEKING REST. 

i O, where shall rest be found, 

Rest for the weary soul ] 
J T were vain the ocean depths to sound, 

Or pierce to either pole : 

2 The world can nevjer give 
The rest for which we sigh ; 

'T is not the whole of life to live, 
Nor all of death to die. 

3 In Thee we end our quest; 
Alone are found in Thee 

The life of perfect love, — the rest 
Of immortality. 



THE CHRISTIAN CHARACTER. 

228. 0. M. C. Wesley. 

THERE REMAINETH A REST FOR THE PEOPLE OF GOD. 

i Lord, I believe a rest remains. 
To all Thy people known ; 
A rest where pure enjoyment reigns, 
And Thou art loved alone. 

2 A rest, where all our soul's desire 

Is fixed on things above ; 
Where fear, and sin, and grief expire, 
Cast out by perfect love. 

3 O, that I now that rest might know, 

Believe, and enter in ; 
Now, Father, now the power bestow, 
And let me cease from sin. 

4 Remove all hardness from my heart, 

All unbelief remove ; 
To me the rest of faith impart, 
The sabbath of Thy love. 



229. s. M. 

DESIRE FOR HOLINESS. 

i That blessed law of Thine, 

Father, to me impart ; — 
The Spirit's law of life divine, 
O, write it in my heart ! 

2 Implant it deep within, 

Whence it may ne'er remove, • 
The law of liberty from sin, 
The perfect law of love 



C. Wesley. 



SPIRITUAL DESIRES. 



3 Thy nature be my law. 

Thy spotless sanctity, 
And sweetly every moment draw 

My happy soul to Thee. 



230. C. P. M. Anonymous. 

SELF-RENUNCIATION. 

i O Lord ! how happy should we be, 
If we could leave our cares to Thee, 

If we from self could rest, 
And feel at heart that One above, 
In perfect wisdom, perfect love, 

Is working for the best. 

2 For when we kneel and cast our care 
Upon our God in humble prayer, 

With strengthened souls we rise; 
Sure that our Father, who is nigh 
To hear the ravens when they cry, 

Will hear His children's cries. 

3 O, may these trustless hearts of ours 
The lesson learn from birds and flowers, 

And learn from self to cease, — 
Leave all things to our Father's will, 
And, on His mercy, leaning still, 

Find, in each trial, peace ! 



THE CHRISTIAN CHARACTER. 



231. s. M. 



Montgomery, 



FOREVER WITH THE LORD. 

i Forever with the Lord ! 

So, Father, let it be ; 
Life from the dead is in that word, 
'Tis immortality. 

2 Here in the body pent, 
Absent from Thee I roam ; 

Yet nightly pitch my moving tent 
A day's march nearer home. 

3 My Father's house on high ! 
Home of my soul, how near 

At times to faith's foreseeing eye 
Thy golden gates appear ! 

4 I hear at morn and even, 
At noon and midnight hour, 

The choral harmonies of heaven 
Earth's Babel-tongues o'erpower. 

5 And then I feel, that He, 
Remembered or forgot, 

The Lord, is never far from me, 
Though I perceive Him not. 

6 Forever with the Lord ! 
Father, if 'tis Thy will, 

The promise of that blessed word 
Even here to me fulfil. 

7 Be Thou at my right hand, 
Then can I never fail ; 

Uphold Thou me, and I shall stand ; 
Help, and I must prevail. 



SPIRITUAL DESIRES. 



£o&. L. M. Montgomery 



HEAVEN. 



i Heaven is a state of rest from sin ; 
But all who hope to enter there 
Must here that holy course begin, 
Which shall their souls for rest prepare. 

2 Clean hearts, O God, in us create ! 
Right spirits, Lord, in us renew ! 
Commence we now that higher state, 
Now do Thy will as angels do. 

3 In Jesus' footsteps may we tread, 
Learn every lesson of his love; 
And be from grace to glory led, 
From heaven below to heaven above. 



233. L. M. Wesley an. 

DESIRE FOR UNION WITH GOD. 

i O Love, how cheering is Thy ray ! 
All pain before Thy presence flies ; 
Care, anguish, sorrow, melt away, 
Where'er Thy healing beams arise : 
O Father ! nothing may 1 see, 
And nought desire or seek, but Thee. 

2 Unwearied may I this pursue, 
Dauntless to this high prize aspire ; 
Each hour within my soul renew 
This holy flame, this heavenly fire ; 
And day and night be all my care 
To guard the sacred treasure there. 
15 



THE CHRISTIAN CHARACTER. 

3 O, that I as a little child 

May follow Thee, and never rest, 
Till sweetly Thou hast breathed a mild 
And lowly mind into my breast ! 
Nor ever may we parted be, 
Till I become as one with Thee. 

4 Still let Thy love point out my way ; 

How wondrous things that love hath wrought ! 

Still lead me, lest I go astray ; 

Direct my word, inspire my thought ; 

And if I fall, soon may I hear 

Thy voice, and know Thy love is near. 



234. 7s. M. * Newton. 

FOR A CHILDLIKE SPIRIT. 

i Quiet, Lord, my froward heart ; 
Make me loving, meek, and mild, 
Upright, simple, free from art ; 
Make me as a little child ; 
From distrust and envy free ; 
Pleased with all that pleaseth Thee. 

2 What Thou shalt to-day provide 
Let me as a child receive ; 
What to-morrow may betide 
Calmly to Thy wisdom leave ; 
? Tis enough that Thou wilt care; 
Why should I the burden bear ? 



SPIRITUAL DESIRES. 

As a little child relies 

On a care beyond his own, 

Knows beneath his father's eyes 

He is never left alone ; 

So would I with Thee abide, 

Thou my Father, Guard, and Guide ! 



235. S. M. Briggs' Coll 

WALKING WITH GOD. 

i Father, I will not pray 

Freedom from earthly ill ; 
But may Thy peace be o'er my way 
With its dove-pinion still ! 

2 O, let a sense of Thee, 
Of Thy sustaining love, 

My bosom-guest forever be, 
Where'er I rest or move ! 

3 A heavenly light serene, 
With its unfading beams, 

Within my trusting heart be seen, 
More bright than childhood's dreams ! 

4 So let me walk with Thee, 
Thy presence round my way ; 

Made by Thine aiding spirit free ; 
Thy love, my joy and stay. 



THE CHRISTIAN CHARACTER. 



236. L. M. 



Miss Bremer 



THIRST FOR LIVING WATERS. 

I thirst ! — O, grant the waters pure 
Which they who drink shall thirst no more ; 

give me of that living stream. 
Which ever flows, with heavenly gleam, 
Forth from the presence of our God, 
Through fields by holy angels trod ! 

1 thirst ! — O bounteous Source of Truth, 
Give coolness to my fevered youth ; 
Make the sick heart more strong and wise ; 
Take spectral visions from mine eyes ; 

O, let me quench my thirst in Thee, 
And pure, and strong, and holy be ! 

I thirst ! — O God, great Source of Love ! 
Infinite Life streams from above. 
O, give one drop, and let me live ! 
The barren world has naught to give ; 
No solace have its streams for me ; 
I thirst alone for heaven and Thee. 



237. P. M. Jones Very. 

DESIRES FOR GOD'S PRESENCE. 

i Wilt Thou not visit me ? 
The plant beside me feels Thy gentle dew ; 

Each blade of grass I see, 
From Thy deep earth .its quickening moisture 
drew. 



SPIRITUAL DESIRES. 

2 Wilt Thou not visit me ? 

Thy morning calls on me with cheering tone ; 

And every hill and tree 
Lend but one voice, the voice of Thee alone. 

3 Come ! for I need Thy love, 

More than the flower the dew, or grass the rain ; 

Come, like Thy holy dove, 
And let me in Thy sight rejoice to live again. 

4 Yes ! Thou wilt visit me ; 

Nor plant nor tree Thine eye delights so well, 

As when, from sin set free, 
Man's spirit comes with Thine in peace to dwell. 



^oo. 7 & 6s. M. Anonymous. 

ASPIRATION. 

i Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings, 

Thy better portion trace ! 
Rise, from transitory things, 

Towards heaven, thy native place ! 
Sun, and moon, and stars decay; 
Time shall soon this earth remove ; 
Rise, my soul, and haste away 

To seats prepared above ! 

2 Rivers to the ocean run, 

Nor stay in all their course ; 
Fire, ascending, seeks the sun ; 

Both speed them to their source ; 
So the spirit, born of God, 
Pants to view His glorious face j 
Upward tends to His abode, 
To rest in His embrace. 
15* 



THE CHRISTIAN CHARACTER. 



239. P.M. Sarah P. Adams 



NEARER TO THEE. 

Nearer, my God, to Thee, 

Nearer to Thee ! 
E'en though it be a cross 

That raiseth me ; 
Still all my song shall be, — 
Nearer, my God, to Thee, 

Nearer to Thee ! 

Though, like the wanderer, 

The sun gone down, 
Darkness be over me, 

My rest a stone ; 
Yet in my dreams I'd be 
Nearer, my God, to Thee, — 

Nearer to Thee ! 

There let the way appear, 

Steps unto heaven ; 
All that Thou sendest me, 

In mercy given ; 
Angels to beckon me 
Nearer, my God, to Thee, — 

Nearer to Thee ! 

Then with my waking thoughts, 
Bright with Thy praise, 

Gut of my stony griefs, 
Bethel I'll raise; 

So by my woes to be 

Nearer, my God, to Thee, — 
Nearer to Thee ! 



SELF-CONSECRATION. 

5 Or if on joyful wing, 

Cleaving the sky, 
Sun, moon, and stars forgot, 

Upward I fly ; 
Still all my song shall be, — 
Nearer, my God, to Thee, 

Nearer to Thee ! 



240. S. M. Mme. Guion. 



LIVING WATERS. 



i The fountain in its source 

No drought of summer fears ; 
The further it pursues its course, 
The nobler it appears. 

2 But shallow cisterns yield 
A scanty, short supply ; 

The morning sees them amply filled, 
At evening they are dry. 

3 The cisterns I forsake, 

O Fount of life, for Thee ! 
My thirst with living waters slake, 
And drink eternity. 



241. L. M. 



* Mrs. Steele. 



SELF-CONSECRATION. 



i My soul no more shall strive in vain, 
Slave to the world, and slave to sin 
A nobler toil I will sustain, 
A nobler satisfaction win. 



THE CHRISTIAN CHARACTER. 

2 I will resolve, with all my heart, 
With all my powers, to serve the Lord ; 
Nor from His precepts e'er depart, 
Whose service is a rich reward. 

3 O, be His service all my joy ! 
Around let my example shine, 
Till others love the blest employ, 
And join in labors so divine. 

4 O, may I never faint nor tire, 

Nor, wandering, leave His sacred ways ; 
Great God ! accept my soul's desire, 
And give me strength to live Thy praise. 



242. L. M. Oberlin. 

SELF-DEDICATION. 

i O Lord, Thy heavenly grace impart, ^ 
And fix my frail, inconstant heart ; 
Henceforth my chief desire shall be 
To dedicate myself to Thee. 

2 Whate'er pursuits my time employ, 
One thought shall fill my soul with joy ; 
That silent, secret thought shall be, 
That all my hopes are fixed on Thee. 

3 Thy glorious eye pervadeth space ; 
Thy presence, Lord, fills every place ; 
And, wheresoe'er my lot may be, 
Still shall my spirit cleave to Thee. 

i Renouncing every worldly thing, 
And safe beneath Thy sheltering wing, 
My sweetest thought henceforth shall be, 
That all I want I find in Thee. 



SELF-CONSECRATION. 



243. C. P. M. Jane Roscoe. 



SELF-CONSECRATION. 



O God, to Thee, who first hast given 
To mortal frame the spark of heaven, 

I consecrate my powers ; 
Thine is its hoped eternity, 
And Thine its earthly life shall be, 

Through years, and days, and hours. 

Here at Thy shrine I bow, resigned 
Each struggling passion of my mind, 

With all its hopes and fears ; 
To bend each thought to Thy control 
Is the one wish that fills my soul, 

Through all my future years. 



244. 12s. M. *Gaskell 

A 
THE NEW BIRTH- 

i I am free ! I am free ! I have broken away, 
From the chambers of night, to the splendors 

of day ; 
All the phantoms that darkened around me 

are gone, 
xVnd a spirit of light is now leading me on. 

2 Earth appeareth in garments of beauty new 

drest ; 
Brighter thoughts, brighter feelings, spring 

forth in my breast; 
Happy voices are floating in music above ; 
All creation is full of the glory of love. 



THE CHRISTIAN CHARACTER. 

3 God of truth ! it is Thou who hast shed down 

each ray 
Of the sunshine that blesses and gladdens my 

way; 
From the depths of my spirit, to Thee will I 

give 
Ever-thankful affection, as long as I live. 



245. 8 & 7s. M. Episcopal Coll. 

SONG OF THE REDEEMED. 

i Father, source of every blessing, 
Tune my heart to grateful lays ! 
Streams of mercy, never ceasing, 
Call for ceaseless songs of praise. 

2 Teach me some melodious measure, 

Sung by raptured saints above ; 
* Fill my soul with sacred pleasure, 
While I sing redeeming love. 

3 Thou didst seek me when a stranger, 

Wandering from the fold above ; 

Thou, to save my soul from danger, 

Didst redeem me with Thy love. 

4 By Thy hand restored, defended, 

Safe through life thus far I've come; 
Safe, O Lord, when life is ended, 
Bring me to my heavenly home. 



THE NEW EIRTH. 



246. S. M. BULFINCH. 

BORN AGAIN. 

i O Lord ! through Thee we own 

A new and heavenly birth, 
Kindred to spirits round Thy throne. 

Though sojourners of earth. 

2 How glorious is the hour, 
When first our souls awake, 

Through Thy mysterious spirit's power, 
And of new life partake. 

3 With richer beauty glows 
The world, before so fair ; 

Her holy light religion throws, 
Reflected everywhere. 

4 The life which Thou hast given, 
O Lord ! shall never end ; 

The grave is but the path to heaven, 
And death is now our friend. 



247. lis. m. 



Montgomery. 



GOD OUR SHEPHERD. 



i The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I 
know ; 
I feed in green pastures, safe folded I rest ; 
He leadeth my soul where the still waters flow, 
Restores me when wandering, redeems when 
opprest. 



THE CHRISTIAN CHARACTER. 

2 Through the valley and shadow of death 

though I stray, 
Since Thou art my guardian, no evil I fear ; 
Thy rod shall defend me, Thy staff be my 

stay; 
No harm can befall with my Comforter near. 

3 In the midst of affliction my table is spread ; 
With blessings unmeasured my cup runneth 

o'er; 
With perfume and oil Thou anointest my 

head; 
O, what shall I ask of Thy providence more ? 

4 Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful God, 
Still follow my steps till I meet Thee above ; 
I seek, by the path which my forefathers 

trod 
Through the land of their sojourn, Thy 
kingdom of love. 



248. 7s. M. Sp. of the Psalms. 

HE SHALL GIVE HIS ANGELS CHARGE OVER THEE. 

i They, who on the Lord rely, 
Safely dwell, though danger 's nigh; 
Lo, His sheltering wings are spread 
O'er each faithful servant's head. 

2 Vain temptation's wily snare ; 
They shall be the Father's care; 
Harmless flies the shaft by day, 
Or in darkness wings its way. 



TRUST IN GOD. 



When they wake, or when they sleep, 
Angel guards their vigils keep ; 
Death and danger may be near, 
Faith and love can never fear. 



249. L. M. German. 



THE CHILD OF GOD. 



i None loves me, Father, with Thy love, 
None else can meet such needs as mine ; 
O, grant me, as Thou shalt approve, 
All that befits a child of Thine ! 
From every doubt and fear release, 
And give me confidence and peace. 

2 Give me a faith shall never fail, 
One that shall always work by love ; 
And then, whatever foes assail, 
They shall but higher courage move 
More boldly for the truth to strive, 
And more by faith in Thee to live : 

3 A heart, that, when my days are glad. 
May never from Thy way decline, 
And when the sky of life grows sad, 
May still submit its will to Thine, — 
A heart that loves to trust in Thee, 

A patient heart, create in me ! 
16 



THE CHRISTIAN CHARACTER. 



250. L. M. Gaskell. 

FAITH IN GOD'S LOVE. 

i O Father ! humbly we repose 
Our souls on Thee, who dwell' st above, 
And bless Thee for the peace which flows 
From faith in Thine encircling love. 

2 Though every earthly trust may break, 
Infinite might belongs to Thee ; 
Though every earthly friend forsake, 
Unchangeable Thou still wilt be. 

3 Though griefs may gather darkly round, 
They cannot veil us from Thy sight; 
Though vain all human aid be found, 
Thou every grief canst turn to light. 

4 All things Thy wise designs fulfil, 
In earth beneath, and heaven above, 
And good breaks out from every ill, 
Through faith in Thine encircling love. 



251. L. M. *Dyer. 

ALL THINGS WORK FOR GOOD. 

i We all, O Father, all are Thine ; 
All feel Thy providential care ; 
And, through each varying scene of life, 
Alike Thy constant love we share. 

2 And whether grief oppress the heart ; 
Or whether joy elate the breast ; 
Or life still keep its little course ; 
Or death invite the heart to rest ; — 



TRUST IN GOD. 



All are Thy messengers, and all 
Thy sacred pleasure. Lord, obey ; 
And all are training man to dwell 
Nearer to heaven, and nearer Thee. 



252. L. M. *Bowring. 

RESIGNATION. 

i O let my trembling soul be still, 
While darkness veils this mortal eye, 
And wait Thy wise and holy will. 
Though wrapped in fears and mystery : 
I cannot, Lord, Thy purpose see ; 
Yet all is well since ruled by Thee ! 

2 When, mounted on Thy clouded car, 
Thou send' st Thy darker spirits down, 
I can discern Thy light afar, 

Thy light sweet beaming through their frown; 
And, should I faint a moment, then 
I think of Thee, and smile again. 

3 So, trusting in Thy love, I tread 
The narrow path of duty on ; 

What though some cherished joys are fled? 
What though some flattering dreams are 

gone? 
Yet purer, nobler joys remain, 
And peace is won through conquered pain. 



THE CHRISTIAN CHARACTER. 



253. 7 & 6s. M. *C. Wesley. 



i See the Lord, thy keeper, stand, 

Omnipotently near ; 
Lo ! He holds thee by the hand, 

And banishes thy fear ; 
Shadows with His wings thy head ; 
Guards from all impending harms ; 
Round thee and beneath are spread 

The everlasting arms. 

2 God shall bless thy going out, 

Shall bless thy coming in; 
Kindly compass thee about, 

And guard from every sin. 
Lean upon thy Father's breast; 
He thy quiet spirit keeps ; 
Rest in Him, securely rest ; 

Thy Guardian never sleeps. 

3 O, my soul, unceasing pray, 

And in thy God confide ! 
He our faltering steps shall stay, 

Nor suffer us to slide : 
He is still our sure defence, 
We his ceaseless care shall prove, 
Kept by watchful Providence 

And ever-waking love. 



TRUST IN GOD. 



254. S. M. Moravian. 



RELIANCE. 



i Commit thou all thy griefs 
And ways into His hands, 
To His sure trust and tender care, 
Who earth and heaven commands ; 

2 Who points the clouds their course, 
Whom winds and seas obey ; 

He shall direct thy wandering feet, 
He shall prepare thy way. 

3 No profit canst thou gain 
By self-consuming care ; 

To Him commend thy cause, — His ear 
Attends the softest prayer. 

4 Then on the Lord rely, 
So safe shalt thou go on ; 

Fix on His work thy steadfast eye, 
So shall thy work be done. 



255. C. M. 



Alford. 



GOD OUR REFUGE. 

Psalm xlvi. 



God is our refuge and our strength, 
When trouble's hour is near ; 

A very present help is He ; 
Therefore we will not fear. 
16* 



THE CHRISTIAN CHARACTER. 

2 Although the pillars of the earth 

Shall clean removed be, 
The very mountains carried forth. 
And cast into the sea ; 

3 Although the waters rage and swell, 

So that the earth shall shake ; 

Yea, and the solid mountain roots 

Shall with the tempest quake ; 

4 There is a river that makes glad 

The city of our God ; 
The tabernacle's holy place 
Of the Most High's abode. 

5 The Lord is in the midst of her, 

Removed she shall not be ; 
Because the Lord our God himself 
Shall help her speedily. 

6 The Lord our strength and refuge is, 

When trouble's hour is near; 
A very present help is He ; 
Therefore we will not fear. 



256. S. M. Moravian. 

BE OF GOOD COURAGE. 

i Give to the winds thy fears ! 

Hope and be undismayed ! 
God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears ; 
God shall lift up thy head. 

9 Through waves, through clouds and storms, 
He gently clears thy way ; 
Wait thou His time, so shall the night 
Soon end in joyous day. 



TRUST IN GOD. 

3 He everywhere hath rule, 
And all things serve His might ; 

His every act pure blessing is. 
His path, unsullied light. 

4 Thou comprehend' st Him not ; 
Yet earth and heaven tell, 

God sits as sovereign on the throne; 
He ruleth all things well. 

5 Thou seest our weakness, Lord, 
Our hearts are known to Thee ; 

O, lift Thou up the sinking hand, 
Confirm the feeble knee ! 

6 Let us, in life or death, 
Boldly Thy truth declare ; 

And publish, with our latest breath, 
Thy love and guardian care. 



£o7 . S. M. Anonymous. 

REJOICE IN THE LORD ALWAY. 

i Rejoice in God alway ; 

When earth looks heavenly bright, 
When joy makes glad the livelong day, 
And peace shuts in the night. 

2 Rejoice when care and woe 
The fainting soul oppress ; 

When tears at wakeful midnight flow, 
And morn brings heaviness. 

3 Rejoice in hope and fear ; 
Rejoice in life and death ; 

Rejoice when threatening storms are near 
And comfort languisheth. 



THE CHRISTIAN CHARACTER. 

4 When should not they rejoice, 
Whom Christ his brethren calls ; 

Who hear and know his guiding voice. 
When on their hearts it falls ? 

5 So, though our path is steep, 
And many a tempest lowers, 

Shall his own peace our spirits keep, 
And Christ's dear love be ours. 



258. S. M. * Doddridge. 

GOD WILL PROVIDE. 

i How gentle God's commands ! 

How kind His precepts are ! 
Come, leave your burdens to the Lord, 

And trust His constant care. 

2 His bounty will provide ; 
Ye shall securely dwell ; 

The hand that bears creation up 
Shall guard His children well. 

3 O, why should anxious thought 
Press down your weary mind ? 

Come, seek your Heavenly Father's face, 
And peace and gladness find. 

4 His goodness stands. for all 
Unchanged from day to day ; 

We'll drop our burden at His feet, 
And bear a song away. 



TRUST IN GOD. 

259. C. M. CoWPER. 

THE MYSTERIES OF GOD'S PROVIDENCE. 

i God moves in a mysterious way, 
His wonders to perform ; 
He plants His footsteps in the sea, 
And rides upon the storm. 

2 Deep in unfathomable mines 

Of never-failing skill. 
He treasures up His vast designs, 
And works His sovereign will. 

3 Ye fearful saints ! fresh courage take ; 

The clouds ye so much dread 
Are big with mercy, and will break 
In blessings on your head. 

4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, 

But trust Him for His grace ; 
Behind a frowning providence 
He hides a smiling face. 

s His purposes will ripen fast, 
Unfolding every hour ; 
The bud may have a bitter taste, 
But sweet will be the flower. 

6 Blind unbelief is sure to err, 
And scan his work in vain ; 
God is His own interpreter, 
And He will make it plain. 



THE CHRISTIAN CHARACTER. 



260. C. M. Merrick. 

" HE KNOWETH WHAT YE HAVE NEED OF." 

i Author of good, we rest on Thee ; 
Thine ever watchful eye 
Alone our real wants can see. 
Thy hand alone supply. 

2 In Thine all-gracious providence 

Our cheerful hopes confide ; 
O, let Thy power be our defence. 
Thy love our footsteps guide ! 

3 And since, by passion's force subdued. 

Too oft, with stubborn will, 

We blindly shun the latent good, 

And grasp the specious ill, — 

4 Not what we wish, but what we want, 

Thy mercy still supply ! 
The good unasked, O Father, grant ; 
The ill, though asked, deny ! 



261. L. M. 



COLLETT. 



RELIANCE. 



i Through all the various shifting scene 
Of life's mistaken ill or good. 
Thy hand, O God ! conducts, unseen. 
The beautiful vicissitude. 

2 Thou givest with paternal care, 
Howe'er unjustly we complain, 
To all their necessary share 
Of joy and sorrow, health and pain. 



TRUST IN GOD. 

3 All things on earth, and all in heaven, 
On Thine eternal will depend ; 

And all for greater good were given, 
Would man pursue the appointed end. 

4 Be this my care ! — to all beside 
Indifferent let my wishes be ; 
Passion be calm, and dumb be pride, 
And fixed my soul, great God ! on Thee, 



^v>2. C. M. Anonymous. 

TRUST IN THE LORD. 

i When grief and anguish press me down, 
And hope and comfort flee, 
I cling, O Father, to Thy throne, 
And stay my heart on Thee. 

2 When death invades my peaceful home, 

The sundered ties shall be 

A closer bond, in time to come, 

To bind my heart to Thee. 

3 Lord, not my will, but Thine, be done ! 

My soul, from fear set free, 
Her faith shall anchor at Thy throne, 
And trust alone in Thee. 



263. P. M. Anonymous 

THY WILL BE DONE. 

i My God, my Father, while I stray 
Far from my home on life's rough way, 
O, teach me from my heart to say, 
Thy will, my God, be done ! 



THE CHRISTIAN CHARACTER. 

2 Though dark my path, and sad my lot, 
Let me be still, and murmur not, 

But breathe the prayer divinely taught, 
Thy will, my God, be done ! 

3 What though in lonely grief I sigh 
For friends beloved, no longer nigh ? 
Submissive still would I reply, 

Thy will, my God, be done ! 

4 If Thou shouldst call me to resign 
What most I prize, — it ne'er was mine,- 
I only yield Thee what is Thine ; 

Thy will, my God, be done ! 

5 Should pining sickness waste away 
My life in premature decay, 

In life or death teach me to say, 
Thy will, my God, be done ! 

e Renew my will from day to day, 
Blend it with Thine, and take away 
Whatever now makes it hard to say, 
Thy will, my God, be done ! 



264. L. M. Sarah F. Adams 

THY WILL BE DONE ! 

i He sendeth sun, He sendeth shower ; 
Alike they 're needful for the flower ; 
And joys and tears alike are sent 
To give the soul fit nourishment : 
As comes to me or cloud or sun, 
Father, Thy will, not mine, be done ! 



TRUST IN GOD. 

Can loving children e'er reprove 

With murmurs whom they trust and love? 

Creator ! I would ever be 

A trusting, loving child to Thee : 

As comes to me or cloud or sun. 

Father, Thy will, not mine, be done ! 

O, ne'er will I at life repine ! 
Enough that Thou hast made it mine. 
When falls the shadow cold of death, 
I yet will sing, with parting breath, — 
As comes to me or shade or sun, 
Father, Thy will, not mine, be done ! 



265. P. M. BOWRING 

THY WILL BE DONE ! 

i Thy will be done ! In devious way 
The hurrying stream of life may run ; 
Yet still our grateful hearts shall say 
Thy will be done ! 

2 Thy will be done ! If o'er us shine 
A gladdening and a prosperous sun, 
This prayer shall make it more divine : — 

Thy will be done ! 

3 Thy will be done ! Though shrouded o'er 
Our path with gloom, one comfort, one, 

Is ours, — to breathe, while we adore, 
Thy will be done ! 

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THE CHRISTIAN CHARACTER. 



266. L. M. 



Mrs. Gilman. 



A FATHER'S CARE. 



i Is there a lone and dreary hour, 
When worldly pleasures lose their power; — 
My Father ! let me turn to Thee, 
And set each thought of darkness free. 

2 Is there a time of racking grief, 
Which scorns the prospect of relief; 
My Father ! break the cheerless gloom, 
And bid my heart its calm resume. 

3 Is there an hour of peace and joy, 
When hope is all my soul's employ: — 
My Father ! still my hopes will roam, 
Until they rest with Thee, their home. 

4 The noontide blaze, the midnight scene, 
The dawn, or twilight's sweet serene, 
The glow of health, the dying hour, 
Shall own my Father's grace and power. 



267. 7s. M. Heb*r. 



CONSIDER THE LILIES. 



Lo, the lilies of the field ! 
How their leaves instruction yield ! 
Hark to nature's lesson given 
By the blessed birds of heaven ! 
Every bush and tufted tree 
Warbles trust and piety : — 
Mortals, banish doubt and sorrow, 
God provideth for the morrow. 



TRUST IN GOD. 

One there lives, whose guardian eye 
Guides our earthly destiny; 
One there lives, who, Lord of all, 
Keeps His children lest they fall: 
Pass we, then, in love and praise, 
Trusting Him through all our days, 
Fiee from doubt and faithless sorrow, — 
God provideth for the morrow. 



268. 10s. M. Jones Very. 

THE SON. 

i Father ! I wait Thy word. The sun doth 
stand 
Beneath the mingling line of night and day, 
A listening servant, waiting Thy command, 
To roll rejoicing on its silent way. 

2 The tongue of time abides the appointed hour, 
Till on our ear its solemn warnings fall ; 
The heavy cloud withholds the pelting 

shower, — 
Then, every drop speeds onward at Thy call. 

3 The bird reposes on the yielding bough, 
With breast unswollen by the tide of song; — 
So does my spirit wait Thy presence now, 
To pour Thy praise in quickening life along. 



THE CHRISTIAN CHARACTER. 

269. 7s. M. Bowring. 

"father! glorify thy name!" 

i Father ! glorify Thy name ! 
Whatsoe'er our portion be, 
Wheresoever led by Thee, 
If to glory, — if to shame, — 
Father ! glorify Thy name ! 

2 Let Thy name be glorified ! 

If in doubt and darkness lost, 
Hope deceived and purpose crost, 
Naught amiss can e'er betide, — 
Let Thy name be glorified ! 

3 Father ! glorify Thy name ! 

Vain and blind our wishes are ; 
This can be no idle prayer, 
This can be no worthless claim, — 
Father ! glorify Thy name ! 



270. L. M. C.Wesley. 

GOD LEADS US RIGHT. 

i Leader of Israel's host, and Guide 
Of all who seek the land above, 
Beneath Thy shadow we abide, 
The cloud of Thy protecting love ; 
Our strength Thy grace, our rule Thy word, 
Our end the glory of the Lord. 

2 By Thine unerring Spirit led, 
We shall not in the desert stray, 
We shall not full direction need, 
Nor miss our providential way ; 
As far from danger as from fear, 
While love, almighty love, is near. 



FAITH. 



271. 7s. M. 



* CoWPER. 



THE CROSS. 

'T is my happiness below 
Not to live without the cross. 
But the Saviour's power to know. 
Sanctifying every loss : 
Trials must and will befall ; 
But with humble faith to see 
Love inscribed upon them all, — 
This is happiness to me. 

God in Israel sows the seeds 

Of affliction, pain, and toil ; 

These spring up, and choke the weeds 

Which would else o'erspread the soil; 

Trials make our faith sublime, 

Trials give new life to prayer, 

Lift us to a holier clime, 

Make us strong to do and bear. 



272. 8 & 7s. M. 



Anonymous. 



TAKING UP THE CROSS. 



i Saviour ! I my cross have taken, 
All to leave, and follow thee ; 
Though by all things else forsaken, 
Thou shalt my Redeemer be. 

2 Perish every fond ambition, 

All I *vc sought, or hoped, or known, 
Yet, how rich is my condition ! 

God and heaven are still mine own. 
17* 



THE CHRISTIAN CHARACTER. 

3 Know, my soul, thy full salvation ; 

Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care ; 
Joy to find, in every station, 
Something still to do and bear. 

4 Think what Spirit dwells within thee ; 

Think what Father's smiles are thine; 
Think that Jesus died to win thee ; 
Child of heaven, canst thou repine ? 

s Haste thee on from cross to glory, 

Armed by faith and winged by prayer ; 
Heaven's eternal day 's before thee, 
God's own hand shall lead thee there. 



273. C. M. Moore. 

FAITH. 

i The dove, let loose in Eastern skies, 
Returning fondly home, 
Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies 
Where idle warblers roam ; 

2 But high she shoots through air and light, 

Above all low delay, 
Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, 
Nor shadow dims her way. 

3 So grant me, Lord, from every snare 

And stain of passion free, 
Aloft, through faith's serener air, 
To urge my course to Thee : 

4 No sin to cloud, no lure to stay, 

My soul, as home she springs ; 
Thy sunshine on her joyful way, 
Thy freedom on her wings ! 



HOPE. 
274. CM. Sarah F. Adams. 

THE STRENGTH OF HOPE. 

i The world may change from old to new, 

From new to old again ; 
Yet hope and heaven, forever true, 

Within man's heart remain. 
The dreams that bless the weary soul, 

The struggles of the strong, 
Are steps towards some happy goal, 

The story of hope's song. 

2 Hope leads the child to plant the flower, 

The man to sow the seed ; 
Nor leaves fulfilment to her hour, — 

But prompts again to deed. 
And ere upon the old man's dust 

The grass is seen to wave, 
We look through falling tears, to trust 

Hope's sunshine on the grave. 

3 O, no ! it is no flattering lure, 

No fancy weak or fond, 
When hope would bid us rest secure 

In better life beyond. 
Nor love, nor shame, nor grief, nor sin, 

Her promise may gainsay ; 
The voice divine hath spoke within, 

And God did ne'er betray. 



THE CHRISTIAN CHARACTER. 
275. C. M. Chr. Register. 

FAITH TRIUMPHANT OVER SORROW. 

i Not that Thy boundless love, my God, 

Sheds blessing on my way, 
And gilds as with a heavenly beam 

The darkness of earth's day, — 
Not now for breath of summer flowers, 

For smiles of sunny skies, 
The still, small voice of gratitude 

Shall to Thine ear arise. 

2 I bless Thee for the ministry 

Of sorrow's lonely hour, 
When darkly o'er my stricken head 

I see the storm-clouds lower ; 
Thy love can still the billows' roar, 

And whisper, " Peace ; be still ! " 
While faith doth on Thy promise rest, 

And bless the Father's will. 

3 The shadow and the storm must come ; 

O, grant that faith divine 
Which triumphs o'er the might of grief, 

And moulds man's will to Thine ! 
In hours of deepest gloom, mine eye 

One blessed ray can see ; 
A sunlit side that cloud must have, 

Which hides Thy face from me. 



WATCHFULNESS. 

276. L. M. Jane Roscoe. 

THE BITTER CUP. 

i Thy will be done ! I will not fear 
The fate provided by Thy love ; 
Though clouds and darkness shrmid me here, 
I know that all is bright above. 

2 The stars of heaven are shining on, 
Though these frail eyes are dimmed with tears ; 
And though the hopes of earth be gone, 

Yet are not ours the immortal years ? 

3 Father ! forgive the heart that clings, 
Thus trembling, to the things of time ; 
And bid the soul, on angel wings, 
Ascend into a purer clime. 

4 There shall no doubts disturb its trust, 
No sorrows dim celestial love ; 

But these afflictions of the dust, 
Like shadows of the night, remove. 

5 That glorious life will well repay 
This life of toil and care and woe ; 
O Father ! joyful on my way, 

To drink Thy bitter cup, I go. 



277. S. M. Doddridge. 

I SAY UNTO YOU, WATCH ! 

i Ye servants of the Lord! 
Each in your office wait, 
Observant of His heavenly word, 
And watchful at His gate. 



THE CHRISTIAN CHARACTER. 

2 Let all your lamps be bright. 
And trim the golden flame : 

Gird up your loins, as in His sight; 
For holy is His name. 

3 Watch ! 'tis your Lord's command ; 
And while we speak, He's near : 

Mark the first signal of His hand, 
And ready all appear. 

* O happy servant he 

In such a posture found ! 
He shall his Lord with rapture see, 
And be with honor crowned. 



278. P. M. Whittier. 



PATIENCE. 



i Shall we grow weary in our watch, 
And murmur at the long delay, 
Impatient of our Father's time 
And his appointed way ? 

2 O, oft a deeper test of faith 

Than prison-cell, or martyr's stake, 
The self-renouncing watchfulness 
Of silent prayer may make. 

3 We gird us bravely to rebuke 
Our erring brother in the wrong ; 
And in the ear of pride and power 

Our warning voice is strong. 

4 Easier to smite with Peter's sword 
Than watch one hour in humbling prayer ; 
Life's great things, like the Syrian lord, 

Our hearts can do and dare : 



INDEPENDENCE. 

5 But, O, we shrink from Jordan's side, 
From waters which alone can save ; 
And murmur for Abana's banks 
And Pharpar's brighter wave. 

g O Thou, who in the garden's shade 
Didst wake thy weary ones again, 
Who slumbered at that fearful hour, 
Forgetful of thy pain, — 

7 Bend o'er us now. as over them, 
And set our sleep-bound spirits free, 
Nor leave us slumbering in the watch 
Our souls should keep with thee ! 



279. L. M. WOTTON. 

INDEPENDENCE. 

i How happy is he born or taught 
Who serveth not another's will; 
Whose armor is his honest thought, 
And simple truth his highest skill ; 

2 Whose passions not his masters are ; 
Whose soul is still prepared for death; 
Not tied unto the world with care 

Of public fame or private breath ; 

3 Who God doth late and early pray 
More of His grace than goods to lend, 
And walks with man, from day to day, 
As with a brother and a friend ! 

4 This man is freed from servile bands 
Of hope to rise, or fear to fall ; 
Lord of himself, though not of lands, 
And having nothing, yet hath all. 



THE CHRISTIAN CHARACTER. 

280. S. M. Johns. 



i O ! know ye not that ye 

The temple are of God ? 
Revere the earth-built shrine, where He 

Should find a meet abode ! 

2 Immortal man, keep pure 
Thyself, that mystic shrine ; 

Let hate of all that 7 s dark endure, 
And love of all divine. 

3 Let saintly thoughts be shown 
In act by saintly things ; 

Like glories through the temple thrown, 
From cherub's curtained wings. 

4 Let life, a holy stream, 
Its fountain holy show ; 

Reflecting, with a softened gleam, 
Heaven's purity below. 



281. S. M. Keble. 

THE PURE IN HEART. 

i Blest are the pure in heart, 
For they shall see our God ; 
The secret of the Lord is theirs ; 
Their soul is His abode. 

2 Still to the lowly soul 

God doth Himself impart, 
And for His temple and His throne 
Doth choose the pure in heart. 



CALMNESS. 

2o"Jm. 10s. M. Anonymous. 

14 IF HE GIVETH QUIET, WHO CAN MAKE TROUBLE?" 

i Quiet from God ! how beautiful to keep 
This treasure, the All-merciful hath given ; 
To feel, when we awake and when we sleep, 
Its incense round us, like a breath from 
heaven ! 

2 To sojourn in the world, and yet apart ; 

To dwell with God, and still with man to feel ; 

To bear about forever in the heart 

The gladness which His spirit doth reveal ! 

3 Who shall make trouble, then? Not evil 

minds, 
Which like a shadow o'er creation lower ; 
The soul which peace hath thus attuned finds 
How strong within doth reign the Calmer' s 

power. 

4 What shall make trouble? Not the holy- 

thought 
Of the departed ; that will be a part 
Of those undying things His peace hath 

wrought 
Into a world of beauty in the heart. 

6 What shall make trouble ? Not slow- wasting 
pain, 
Nor even the threatening, certain stroke of 

death ; 
These do but wear away, then break, the 

chain 
Which bound the spirit down to things 
beneath. 
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THE CHRISTIAN CHARACTER. 

^cJu. L. M. Jane Roscof 



JUDGE NOT. 



O, who shall say he knows the folds 

Which veil another's inmost heart, — 

The hopes, thoughts, wishes, which it holds, 

In which he never bore a part ? 

That hidden world no eye can see, — 

O, who shall pierce its mystery ? 

There may be hope as pure, as bright. 
As ever sought eternity, — 
There may be light, — clear, heavenly light, 
Where all seems cold and dark to thee ; 
And when thy spirit mourns the dust, 
There may be trust, — delightful trust. 

Go, bend to God, and leave to Him 
The mystery of thy brother's heart, 
Nor vainly think his faith is dim, 
Because in thine it hath no part ; 
He, too, is mortal, — and, like thee, 
Would soar to immortality. 

And if in duty's hallowed sphere, 

Like Christ, he meekly, humbly bends, — 

With hands unstained, and conscience clear, 

With life's temptations still contends, — 

O, leave him that unbroken rest. 

The peace that shrines a virtuous breast ! 

But if his thoughts and hopes should err, 
Still view him with a gentle eye, — 
Remembering doubt, and change, and fear, 
Are woven in man's destiny ; 
And when the clouds are passed away, 
That truth shall dawn with brightening day. 



CHARITY. 



284. C. M. Miss Fletcher. 



KINDLY JUDGMENT. 

Think gently of the erring one ! 

O, let us not forget, 
However darkly stained by sin. 

He is our brother yet ! 
Heir of the same inheritance, 

Child of the self-same God, 
He hath but stumbled in the path 

We have in weakness trod. 

Speak gently to the erring ones ! 

We yet may lead them back, 
With holy words, and tones of love, 

From misery's thorny track. 
Forget not. brother, thou hast sinned, 

And sinful yet may'st be; 
Deal gently with the erring heart, 

As God hath dealt with thee. 



^oD. C. M. Anonymous, 

SPEAK GENTLY. 

i Speak gently, — it is better far 
To rule by love than fear ; 
Speak gently, — let no harsh word mar 
The good we may do here. 

2 Speak gently to the young, — for they 
Will have enough to bear; 
Pass through this life as best they may, 
5 Tis full of anxious care. 



THE CHRISTIAN CHARACTER. 

3 Speak gently to the aged one, 

Grieve not the careworn heart ; 
The sands of life are nearly run. 
Let them in peace depart. 

4 Speak gently to the erring ones ; 

They must have toiled in vain ; 
Perchance unkindness made them so ; 
O, win them back again ! 

5 Speak gently, — 'tis a little thing, 

Dropped in the heart's deep well; 
The good, the joy, that it may bring, 
Eternity shall tell. 



286. C. M. Jones Very. 

KIND WORDS. 

i Turn not from him who asks of thee 
A portion of thy store ; 
Thou poor in worldly goods may'st be, 
Yet canst give what is more. 

2 The balm of comfort thou canst pour 

Into his grieving mind, 
Who oft is turned from wealth's proud door, 
With many a word unkind. 

3 Does any from the false world find 

Naught but reproach and scorn ? 
Does any, stung by words unkind, 
Wish that he ne'er was born ? 

4 Do thou raise up his drooping heart, 

Restore his wounded mind ; 
Though naught of wealth thou canst impart, 
Yet still thou may'st be kind. 



CHARITY. 



And oft again thy words shall wing 
Backward their course to thee, 

And in thy breast will prove a spring 
Of pure felicity. 



287. 0. M. Anonymous. 

" NEITHER DO I CONDEMN THEE." 

i O, if thy brow, serene and calm, 
From earthly stain is free, 
View not with scorn the erring one, — 
He once was pure like thee. 

2 O, if the smiles of love are thine, 

Its joyous ecstasy, 
Shun not the poor forsaken one, — 
He once was loved like thee ! 

3 And still, 'mid shame, and guilt, and woe. 

One Being loves him still, 
Who, blessing thee, hath poured on him 
The world's extremest ill. 

4 He knows the secret lure which led 

Those youthful steps astray ; 
He knows that they who holiest are 
Might fall from Him away. 

5 Then, with the love of him who said, 

" Go thou, and sin no more," 
Save, save, the sinner from despair, 
And peace and hope restore. 
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THE CHRISTIAN CHARACTER. 

288. L. M. Scott. 

CHARITABLE JUDGMENT. 

i All-seeing God! 'tis Thine to know 
The springs whence wrong opinions flow, — 
To judge, from principles within, 
When frailty errs, and when we sin. 

2 Who, among men, great Lord of all, 
Thy servant to his bar shall call ? 
Judge him, for modes of faith, Thy foe, 
Or doom him to the realms of woe ? 

3 Who with another's eye can read, 
Or worship by another's creed? 
Trusting Thy grace, we form our own, 
And bow to Thy commands alone. 

4 If wrong, correct; accept, if right; 
While, faithful, we improve our light, 
Condemning none, but zealous still 
To learn and follow all Thy will. 



289. 9&4s. M. Bowring. 

THE SPIRIT GIVETH LIFE. 

i 'Tis not the gift, but 'tis the spirit 
With which 'tis given, 
That on the gift confers a merit, 
As seen by Heaven. 

2 'Tis not the prayer, however boldly 
It strikes the ear ; 
It mounts in vain, it falls but coldly, 
If not sincere. 



SINCERITY. 

3 'Tis not the deeds the loudest lauded 

That brightest shine ; 
There J s many a virtue unapplauded, 
And yet divine. 

4 J Tis not the word that sounds the sweetest 

That's soonest heard; 
A sigh, when humbled thou retreatest, 
May be preferred. 

5 The outward show may be delusive. — 

A cheating name ; 
The inner spirit is conclusive 
Of worth or shame. 



Vn. THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 



290. P. M. BULFINCH. 

PRAYER AND ACTION. 

i O, not alone on the mount of prayer 
Must the Christian serve his God ; 
But the burden of daily life must bear, 
And tread where his Saviour trod. 

q Yet with him through every changing scene 
Doth the spirit of prayer abide ; 
When earth is lovely, and heaven serene, 
That spirit his course shall guide. 

3 And when the storm rages, and woe and wrath 
Would an earth-born courage quell, 
He knows that his God is around his path, 
And ordereth all things well. 

«^yi. L. M. Drummond. 

FAITH AND WORKS. 

i One cup of healing oil and wine, 
One tear-drop shed on mercy's shrine, 
Is thrice more grateful, Lord, to Thee, 
Than lifted eye or bended knee. 



FAITH AND WORKS. 

2 In true and genuine faith we trace 
The source of every Christian grace ; 
Within the pious heart it plays, 

A living fount of joy and praise. 

3 Kind deeds of peace and love betray 
Where'er the stream has found its way ; 
But where these spring not rich and fair, 
The stream has never wandered there. 



292. 7s. M. W. Roscoe. 

THE GOLDEN RULE. 

i Thus said Jesus : — " Go and do 
As thou wouldst be done unto : " 
Here thy perfect duty see, 
All that God requires of thee. 

2 Wouldst thou, when thy faults are known, 
Wish that pardon should be shown ? 

Be forgiving, then, and do 
As thou wouldst be done unto. 

3 Shouldst thou helpless be and poor, 
Wouldst thou not for aid implore ? 
Think of others, then, and be 

What thou wouldst they should to thee. 

4 For compassion if thou call, 
Be compassionate to all ; 

If thou wouldst affection find, 
Be affectionate and kind. 

5 If thou wouldst obtain the love 
Of thy gracious God above, 
Then to all His children be 

What thou wouldst they should to thee. 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 



293. C M. Peabody. 



WHO IS MY NEIGHBOR? 



i Who is thy neighbor ? he whom thou 
Hast power to aid or bless ; 
Whose aching heart or burning brow 
Thy soothing hand may press. 

2 Thy neighbor? 't is the fainting poor. 

Whose eye with want is dim; 
O, enter thou his humble door, 
With aid and peace for him. 

3 Thy neighbor ? he who drinks the cup 

When sorrow drowns the brim ; 
With words of high, sustaining hope, 
Go thou and comfort him. 

4 Thy neighbor? 'tis the weary slave, 

Fettered in mind and limb ; 
He hath no hope this side the grave ; 
Go thou and ransom him. 

s Thy neighbor ? pass no mourner by ; 
Perhaps thou canst redeem 
A breaking heart from misery ; 
Go, share thy lot with him. 



294. C. M. R. C. Trench. 

THE LAW OF LOVE. 

2 Kings, iv. 3. 

i Pour forth the oil, — pour boldly forth ; 
It will not fail, until 
Thou failest vessels to provide 
Which it may largely fill. 



LOVE TO MAN. 

2 Make channels for the streams of love, 

Where they may broadly run ; 
And love has overflowing streams, 
To fill them every one. 

3 But if at any time we cease 

Such channels to provide, 
The very founts of love for us 
Will soon be parched and dried. 

4 For we must share, if we would keep 

That blessing from above ; 
Ceasing to give, we cease to have ; — 
Such is the law of love. 



295. c. M. 



Anonymous* 



WORDS AND DEEDS. 

i Beneath the thick but struggling clouds. 
We talk of Christian life ; 
The words of Jesus on our lips, 
Our hearts with man at strife. 

2 Traditions, forms, and selfish aims, 

Have dimmed the inner light ; 
Have closely veiled the spirit-world 
And angels from our sight. 

3 Strong souls and willing hands we need, 

Our temple to repair ; 
Remove the gathering dust of years, 
And show the model fair. 

4 We slumber while the present calls, 

But darkness grows with rest; 
Wouldst thou see truth ? To action wake, - 
Do the divine behest. 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 

^1*70. P. M. Anonymous. 

HEAVEN ON EARTH. 

i This world is not a fleeting show, 
For man's illusion given; 
He that hath soothed a widow's woe, 
Or wiped an orphan's tear, doth know 
There 's something here of heaven. 

2 And he who walks life's thorny way 

With feelings calm and even, 
Whose path is lit, from day to day, 
By virtue's bright and steady ray, 

Feels something here of heaven. 

3 He that the Christian course hath run. 

And all his foes forgiven, 
Hath measured out this life's short span 
In love to God and love to man, 

On earth has tasted heaven. 



297. C. H. M. Barton. 

BLESSED ARE YE THAT SOW BESIDE ALL WATERS. 

i O, be not faithless ! with the morn 

Cast thou abroad thy grain ! 
At noontide faint not thou forlorn, 

At evening sow again ! 
Blessed are they, whate'er betide, 
Who thus all waters sow beside. 



LOVE TO MAN. 

Thou knowest not which seed shall grow. 

Or which may die, or live ; 
In faith, and hope, and patience, sow ! 

The increase God shall give, 
According to His gracious will, — 
As best his purpose may fulfil. 

O, could our inward eye but view, 

Our hearts but feel aright, 
What faith, and love, and hope, can do, 

By their celestial might, 
We should not say, till these be dead, 
The power of miracle is lied. 



298. 10s. M. Mrs. Case. 

LOVE ON ! 

i Love on ! love on ! but not the things that 
own 
The fleeting beauty of a summer day ; 
Truth, virtue, spring from God' s eternal throne, 
Nor quit the spirit when it leaves the clay : 
Love them ! love them ! 

2 Love on ! love on ! though death and earthly 
change 
Bring mournful silence to a darkened home ; 
Still let the heart rest where no eye grow? 

strange, 
Where never falls a shadow from the tomb r 
Love there ! love there ! 
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THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 

3 Love on! love on! the voice of grief and 

wrong 
Comes from the palace and the poor man's cot ; 
Bid the proud bend, and bid the weak be strong. 
And life's tired pilgrim meekly bear his lot : 
Give strength ! give peace ! 

4 Love on ! love on ! and though the evening still 
Wear the stern clouds that veiled thy noon- 
day sun, 

With changeless trust, with calm, unwaver- 
ing will, 

Work ! bravely work ! till the last hour be 
done: 

Love God ! love Man ! 



Jdijo. L. M. Anonymous 

NOT FAITHLESS, BUT BELIEVING. 

i O, still trust on, if in the heart 
A holy inspiration rest, — 
Though painful be the chosen part, 
With doubts, and fears, and cares opprest ! 
O, shrink not, brothers, though Christ's call 
Demand our youth, our strength, our all ! 

2 No offering is made in vain ; 
Some human soul shall feel our love ; 
E'en weary hours of toil and pain 
Shall help to lift our souls above : 
And may our recompense be given, 
In leading many souls to heaven ! 



MEANING OF LIFE. 

And still trust on ! with trembling hand, 
'T is ours a little seed to sow ; 
It springs at the divine command, — 
Shall, if God will, to ripeness grow ; 
Beauty and fragrance it shall bring, 
And breathe an everlasting spring. 



300. C. M. Jones Very. 

AS YE SOW, SO SHALL YE REAP. 

i The bud will soon become a flower, 
The flower become a seed ; 
Then seize, youth, the present hour, — 
Of that thou hast most need. 

2 Do thy best always, — do it now, — 

For in the present time, 
As in the furrows of a plough, 
Fall seeds of good or crime. 

3 The sun and rain will ripen fast 

Each seed that thou hast sown; 
And every act and word at last 
By its own fruit be known. 

4 And soon the harvest of thy toil 

Rejoicing thou shalt reap ; 

Or o'er thy wild, neglected soil 

Go forth in shame to weep. 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 



301. P. M. Whittier. 



THE PURPOSE OF LIFE. 



i Hast thou, 'midst life's empty noises, 
Heard the solemn steps of Time, 
And the low, mysterious voices 
Of another clime ] 

2 Early hath life's mighty question 

Thrilled within thy heart of youth, 
With a deep and strong beseeching, — 
What, and where, is truth ? 

3 Not to ease and aimless quiet 

Doth the inward answer tend ; 
But to works of love and duty, 
As our being's end. 

4 Earnest toil and strong endeavor 

Of a spirit which within 
Wrestles with familiar evil 
And besetting sin ; 

5 And without, with tireless vigor, 

Steady heart, and purpose strong, 
In the power of Truth assaileth 
Every form of wrong. 



302. S. M. Chr. Psalmist. 

ALL WORK DIVINE. 

i Teach me, my God and King, 
In all things Thee to see ; 
And what I do in anything, 
To do it as for Thee ! 



MEANING OF LIFE. 

2 To scorn the senses' sway, 
While still to Thee I tend ; 

In all I do be Thou the way ; 
In all be Thou the end. 

3 All may of Thee partake ; 
Nothing so small can be. 

But draws, when acted for Thy sake, 
Greatness and worth from Thee. 

i If done beneath Thy laws, 

E'en servile labors shine ; 
Hallowed is toil, if this the cause; 

The meanest work divine. 



303. L. M. Sterling. 

DIVINE MEANING IN HUMBLE THINGS. 

i Thou, Lord, who rear'st the mountain's height. 
And mak'st the cliffs with sunshine bright; 
O, grant that we may own Thy hand 
No less in every grain of sand ! 

2 With forests huge, of dateless time, 
Thy will has hung each peak sublime ; 
But withered leaves beneath the tree 
Have tongues that tell as loud of Thee. 

3 Teach us that not a leaf can grow, 
Till life from Thee within it How ; 
That not a grain of dust can be, 

O Fount of being ! save by Thee ; 

4 That every human word and deed, 
Each flash of feeling, will, or creed, 
Hath solemn meaning from above, 
Begun and ended all in love. 

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THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 



304. L. M. Keble. 



SEEING GOD IN ALL. 



i If on our daily course our mind 
Be set, to hallow all we find, 
New treasures still, of countless price, 
God will provide for sacrifice. 

2 Old friends, old scenes, will lovelier be, 
As more of heaven in each we see ; 
Some softening gleam of love and prayer 
Shall dawn on every cross and care. 

3 O could we learn that sacrifice, 
What light would all around us rise ! 
How would our hearts with wisdom talk, 
Along life's dullest, dreariest walk ! 

4 The trivial round, the common task, 
Will furnish all we ought to ask ; 
Room to deny ourselves, a road 

To bring us daily nearer God. 



305. l. M. 



Doddridge. 



FORMS VAIN WITHOUT THE SPIRIT. 

i The uplifted eye and bended knee 
Are but vain homage, Lord, to Thee : 
In vain our lips Thy praise prolong, 
The heart a stranger to the song. 

2 Can rites, and forms, and flaming zeal, 
The breaches of Thy precepts heal ? 
Or fasts and penance reconcile 
Thy justice, and obtain Thy smile ? 



ACTION. 

3 The pure, the humble, contrite mmd, 
Sincere, and to Thy will resigned, 
To Thee a nobler offering yields 
Than Sheba's groves, or Sharon's fields. 

4 Love God and man, — this great command 
Doth on eternal pillars stand; 

This did Thine ancient prophets teach, 
And this Thy well-beloved preach. 



306. 8 & 7s. M. Anonymous. 

life's work. 

i All around us, fair with flowers, 
Fields of beauty sleeping lie ; 
All around us clarion voices 
Call to duty stern and high. 

2 Thankfully we will rejoice in 

All the beauty God has given ; 
But beware it does not win us 

From the work ordained of Heaven. 

3 Following every voice of mercy 

With a trusting, loving heart; 
Let us in life's earnest labor 
Still be sure to do our part. 

4 Now, to-day, and not to-morrow, 

Let us work with all our might, 
Lest the wretched faint and perish 
In the coming stormy night. 

5 Now, to-day, and not to-morrow, — 

Lest, before to-morrow's sun, 
We too, mournfully departing, 
Shall have left our work undone. 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 



oU7. C. M. Anonymous. 

EFFORT. 

i Scorn not the slightest word or deed. 
Nor deem it void of power ; 
There 's fruit in each wind- wafted seed, ' 
That waits its natal hour. 

2 A whispered word may touch the heart, 

And call it back to life ; 
A look of love bid sin depart, 
And still unholy strife. 

3 No act falls fruitless ; none can tell 

How vast its power may be, 
Nor what results infolded dwell 
Within it silently. 

4 Work on, despair not ; bring thy mite, 

Nor care how small it be ; 
God is with all that serve the right, 
The holy, true, and free. 



308. 7s. M. *Bulwer. 

THE MINISTER OF LOVE. 

i O'er the mount and through the moor 
Glide the Christian's steps secure; 
Day and night, no fear he knows ; 
Lonely, but with God, he goes : 
For the coat of mail, bedight 
In his spotless robe of white ; 
For the sinful sword, his hand 
Bearing high the olive-wand. 



ACTION. 

Through the camp, and through the court, 
Through the dark and deadly fort, 
On the mission of the dove, 
Speeds the minister of love ; 
By his word the wildest tames, 
And the world to God reclaims ; 
War, and wrath, and famine cease, 
Hushed around his path of peace. 



309. C. M. M. B. Lamar. 

THE CHRISTIAN REFORMER. 

i Nay, tell us not of dangers dire 
That lie in duty's path ; 
A warrior of the cross can feel 
No fear of human wrath. 

2 Where'er the Prince of Darkness holds 

His earthly reign abhorred, 
Sword of the spirit, thee we draw, 
And battle for the Lord. 

3 We go ! we go, to break the chains 

That bind the erring mind, 
And give the freedom that we feel 
To all of human kind. 

4 But, O, we wear no burnished steel, 

And seek no gory field ; 
Our weapon is the word of God, 
His promise is our shield. 

5 And still serene and fixed in faith, 

We fear no earthly harm; 
We know it is our Father's work, 
We rest upon His arm. 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 



310. 8 & 7s. M. 



Longfellow. 



PSALM OF LIFE. 



i Tell me not, in mournful numbers, 
Life is but an empty dream ; 
For the soul is dead that slumbers, 
And things are not what they seem. 

2 Life is real ! life is earnest ! 

And the grave is not its goal ; 
Dust thou art, to dust retumest, 
Was not spoken of the soul. 

3 Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, 

Is our destined end and way ; 
But to act, that each to-morrow 
Find us further than to-day. 

4 Lives of true men all remind us 

We can make our lives sublime, 
And, departing, leave behind us 
Footprints on the sands of time ; 

5 Footprints which perhaps another, 

Sailing o'er life's solemn main, 

A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, 

Seeing, shall take heart again. 

6 Let us, then, be up and doing, 

With a heart for any fate ; 
Still achieving, still pursuing, 
Learn to labor and to wait. 



CONFLICT. 



311. O. M. * Watts. 

THE SOLDIER OF THE CROSS. 

i Am I a soldier of the cross, 

And pledged to bear its shame ? 
And shall I fear to own Christ's cause, 
Or blush to speak his name ? 

2 Must I be carried to the skies 

On flowery beds of ease, 
While others fought to win the prize, 
And sailed through bloody seas? 

3 Are there no foes for me to face ? 

Must I not stem the flood 1 
Shall sloth and fain tn ess win Thy peace, 
O Thou, the martyr's God? 

4 The fearless heart Thou wilt sustain ; 

Increase my courage, Lord ! 
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, 
Supported by Thy word. 

5 The saints in all this glorious war 

Shall conquer, though they die ; 
They see the triumph from afar, 
And seize it with their eye. 

6 When Thy illustrious day shall rise, 

And all Thy armies shine 
In robes of victory through the skies, 
The glory shall be Thine. 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 

312. L. M. Gaskell. 

PRESS ON ! 

i Press on, press on ! ye sons of light, 
Untiring in your holy fight. 
Still treading each temptation down, 
And battling for a brighter crown. 

2 Press on, press on ! through toil and woe. 
With calm resolve, to triumph go, 

And make each dark and threatening ill 
Yield but a higher glory still. 

3 Press on, press on ! still look in faith 
To him who vanquished sin and death ; 
Then shall ye hear God's word, " Well done ! " 
True to the last, press on, press on ! 



313. 8 & 7s. M. 

THE CONFLICT OF LIFE. 

i Onward, Christian, though the region 
Where thou art be drear and lone ; 
God hath set a guardian legion 
Very near thee, — press thou on ! 

2 Listen, Christian, their Hosanna 

Rolleth o'er thee, — " God is Love." 
Write upon thy red-cross banner, 
" Upward ever, — heaven's above." 

3 By the thorn-road, and none other, 

Is the mount of vision won ; 
Tread it without shrinking, brother ! 
Jesus trod it, — press thou on ! 



CONFLICT. 

4 By thy trustful, calm endeavor, 

Guiding, cheering, like the sun, 
Earth-bound hearts thou shalt deliver ; 
O, for their sake, press thou on ! 

5 Be this world the wiser, stronger, 

For thy life of pain and peace; 
While it needs thee, O, no longer 
Pray thou for thy quick release ; 

6 Pray thou, Christian, daily, rather, 

That thou be a faithful son ; 
By the prayer of Jesus, — " Father, 
Not my will, but Thine, be done!" 



314. 7s. M. Gaskell. 

SLEEP NOT AS DO OTHERS. 

i Sleep not, soldier of the cross ! 
Foes are lurking all around; 
Look not here to find repose, 
This is but thy battle-ground. 

2 Up ! and take thy shield and sword ; 
Up ! it is the call of Heaven ; 
Shrink not faithless from thy Lord, 
Nobly strive as he hath striven. 

3 Break through all the force of ill ; 
Tread the might of passion down ; 
Struggle onward, upward still, 

To the conquering Saviour's crown ! 
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THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 
315. C. M. Doddridge. 

FORGETTING THE THINGS BEHIND. 

i Awake, my soul ! stretch every nerve, 
And press with vigor on ; 
A heavenly race demands thy zeal, 
And an immortal crown. 

2 A cloud of witnesses around 

Hold thee in full survey ; 
Forget the steps already trod, 
And onward urge thy way. 

3 J Tis God's all-animating voice 

That calls thee from on high ; 
'Tis His own hand presents the prize 
To thine aspiring eye ; — 

4 That prize with peerless glories bright, 

Which shall new lustre boast, 
When victors' wreaths and monarchs' gems 
Shall blend in common dust. 



ulb. C. M. Anonymous. 

THE WHOLE ARMOR OF THE LORD. 

i O, speed thee, Christian, on thy way ! 
And to thine armor cling; 
With girded loins the call obey 
That love and mercy bring ! 

2 There is a battle to be fought, 
An upward race to run, 
A crown of glory to be sought, 
A victory to be won. 



CONFLICT. 



O. faint not, Christian ! for thy sighs 
Are heard before God's throne; 

The race must come before the prize, 
The cross before the crown. 



«317. P. M. Staughton. 

ONWARD AND UPWARD. 

i Breast the wave. Christian ! when it is 

strongest ; 
Watch for day, Christian ! when the night's 

longest; 
Onward and onward still be thine endeavor ; 
The rest that remaineth will be forever. 

2 Fight the fight, Christian ! Jesus is o'er thee ; 
Run the race, Christian! heaven is before 

thee ; 
He who hath promised faltereth never ; 
The love of eternity flows on forever. 

3 Lift the eye, Christian ! just as it closeth ; 
Raise the heart, Christian ! ere it reposeth; 
Thee from the love of Christ nothing shall 

sever ; 
Mount when the work is done, — praise God 
forever ! 



olo. L. M. Mrs Barbauld. 

THE CHRISTIAN WARFARE. 

i Awake, my soul ! lift up thine eyes ; 
See where thy foes against thee rise, 
In long array, a numerous host ; 
Awake, my soul ! or thou art lost. 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 

2 Here giant danger threatening stands, 
Mustering his pale, terrific bands ; 
There, pleasure's silken banners spread. 
And willing souls are captives led. 

3 See where rebellious passions rage, 
And fierce desires and lusts engage ; 
The meanest foe of all the train 

Has thousands and ten thousands slain. 

4 Come, then, my soul ! now learn to wield 
The weight of thine immortal shield ; 
Put on the armor from above 

Of heavenly truth and heavenly love. 

5 The terror and the charm repel, 

And powers of earth, and powers of hell ; 
The Man of Calvary triumphed here ; 
Why should his faithful followers fear ? 



319. 7S. M. BULFINCH. 



STRUGGLE. 



i There's a strife we all must wage, 
From life's entrance to its close; 
Blest the bold who dare engage ! 
Woe for him who seeks repose ! 

2 Honored they who firmly stand, 
While the conflict presses round ; 
God's own banner in their hand, 
In his service faithful found. 

3 What our foes ? Each thought impure ; 
Passions fierce, that tear the soul ; 
Every ill that we can cure; 

Every crime we can control ; 



CONFLICT. 

4 Every suffering which our hand 
Can with soothing care assuage ; 
Every evil of our land ; 

Every error of our age. 

5 On, then, to the glorious field ! 
He who dies his life shall save ; 
God himself shall be our shield , 
He shall bless and crown the brave. 



320. 8 & 7s. M. Miss Bremer 

SUFFERING AND ACTION. 

i Cheek grow pale, but heart be vigorous ' 
Body fall, but soul have peace ! 
Welcome, pain ! thou searcher rigorous ! 
Slay me, but my faith increase. 

2 Sin. o r er sense so softly stealing; 

Doubt, that would my strength impair; 
Hence at once from life and feeling ! — 
Now my cross I gladly bear. 

3 Up, my soul ! with clear sedateness 

Read heaven's law. writ bright and broad, 
Up ! a sacrifice to greatness, 

Truth, and goodness, — up to God! 

4 Up to labor ! from thee shaking 

Off the bonds of sloth, be brave ! 
Give thyself to prayer and waking ; 
Toil some fainting heart to save ! 
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THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 

321. L. M. Roscoe. 

THE PILGRIM. 

i Go, suffering pilgrim of the earth, 
Go,rconscious of thy heavenly birth, 
And, 'midst the storms that round thee rise, 
Retrace thy journey to the skies. 

2 What though the wild winds rage around ? 
Thou wilt not tremble at the sound : 
What though the waters o'er thee roll ? 
They touch not thine immortal soul. 

3 See where, arrayed on either hand, 
The direful train of passions stand ; 
See hatred, envy, bar thy way, 
And foes more subtle still than they. 

4 But, robed in innocence and truth. 
From all temptation guard thy youth ; 
And from thy vestment's sacred bound 
Shake the dread fiends that cling around. 

5 Go with pure heart and steadfast eyes, 
Strive on till that bright morn shall rise 
That gives thee to thy blest abode, 

To rest forever with thy God. 



322. L. M. Norton. 

FELLOWSHIP OF HIS SUFFERINGS. 

i Faint not, poor traveller, though the way 
Be rough, like that thy Saviour trod ; 
Though cold and stormy lower the day, 
This path of suffering leads to God. 



AFFLICTION. 

2 Nay. sink not, though from every limb 
Are starting drops of toil and pain ; 
Thou dost but share the lot of Him 
With whom his followers are to reign. 

3 Christian ! thy friend, thy master, prated, 
While dread and anguish shook his frame, 
Then met his sufferings undismayed ; 
Wilt thou not strive to do the same ? 

4 O, thinkest thou his Father's love 
Shone round him then with fainter rays 
Than now, when, throned all height above, 
Unceasing voices hymn his praise ? 

6 Go, sufferer, calmly meet the woes 
Which God's own mercy bids thee bear; 
Then, rising as thy Saviour rose, 
Go, his eternal victory share. 



323. L. M. Newton. 

TRUST IN GOD. 

i Be still, my heart ! these anxious cares 
To thee are burdens, thorns, and snares ; 
They cast dishonor on thy Lord, 
And contradict His gracious word. 

2 Brought safely by His hand thus far, 
Why wilt thou now give place to fear? 
How canst thou want if He provide, 
Or lose thy way with such a guide ? 

3 Did ever trouble yet befall, 
And He refuse to hear thy call? 
And has He not His promise past, 
That thou shalt overcome at last ? 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 

He who has helped me hitherto 
Will help me all my journey through, 
And give me daily cause to raise 
New trophies to His endless praise. 



324. 7s. M. Gaskell. 



REFUGE IN GOD. 



i We would leave, God, to Thee, 
Every anxious care and fear ; 
Thou the troubled thought canst see, 
Thou canst dry the bitter tear. 

2 Thou dost care for us, we know, — 
Care with all a Father's love ; 
Thou canst make each earthly woe 
Work to higher bliss above. 

3 On this faith we fain would rest ; 
Strengthen Thou its blessed power ! 
Steadfast keep it in our breast, 
Through each dark and trying hour. 



325. L. M. Morpeth. 

THE USE OF TEARS. 

i How little of ourselves we know, 
Before a grief the heart has felt ! 
The lessons that we learn of woe 
Make strong the soul, as well as melt. 

2 The energies too stern for mirth, 
The reach of thought, the strength of will, 
'Mid cloud and tempest have their birth, 
Though blight and blast their course fulfil. 



AFFLICTION. 



3 And yet H is when it mourns and fears, 
The laden spirit feels forgiven ; 
And through the mist of falling tears 
We catch the clearest glimpse of heaven. 



326. L. M. Bryant. 

BLESSED ARE THEY THAT MOURN. 

i Deem not that they are blest alone 
Whose days a peaceful tenor keep; 
The God who loves our race has shown 
A blessing for the eyes that weep. 

2 The light of smiles shall fill again 
The lids that now o'erilow with tears, 
And weary hours of woe and pain 
Are earnests of serener years. 

3 O, there are days of hope and rest 
For every dark and troubled night ! 
And grief may bide, an evening guest, 
But joy shall come with morning light. 

4 And ye, who o'er a friend's low bier 
Now shed the bitter drops like rain, 
Know that a brighter, happier sphere 
Will give him to your arms again. 



o~7. L. 31. Norton. 

MY GOD, I THANK THEE ! 

i My God, I thank Thee ! may no thought 
E'er deem Thy chastisements severe ; 
But may this heart, by sorrow taught, 
Calm each wild wish, each idle fear. 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 

2 Thy mercy bids all nature bloom ; 
The sun shines bright, and man is gay ; 
Thine equal mercy spreads the gloom 
That darkens o'er his little day. 

3 Full many a throb of grief and pain 
Thy frail and erring child must know ; 
But not one prayer is breathed in vain. 
Nor does one tear unheeded flow. 

4 Thy various messengers employ ; 
Thy purposes of love fulfil ; 

And, 'mid the wreck of human joy, 
Let kneeling faith adore Thy will. 



o£o. L. M. Doddridge. 

WEEPING SEEDTIME ; JOYFUL HARVEST. 

i The darkened sky, how thick it lowers ! 
Troubled with storms, and big with showers, 
No cheerful gleam of light appears, 
But nature pours forth all her tears. 

2 Yet let the sons of God revive ; 

He bids the soul that seeks Him live, 
And from the gloomiest shade of night 
Calls forth a morning of delight. 

3 The seeds of ecstasy unknown 

Are in these watered furrows sown ; 

See the green blades, how thick they rise, 

And with fresh verdure bless our eyes ! 

4 In secret foldings they contain 
Unnumbered ears of golden grain ; 

And heaven shall pour its beams around, 
Till the ripe harvest load the ground. 



AFFLICTION. 

Then shall the trembling mourner come, 
And bind his sheaves, and bear them home ; 
The voice long broke with sighs shall sing, 
Till heaven with hallelujahs ring. 



329. L. M. N. Y. Coll. 

AFFLICTION, GOD'S ANGEL. 

i Affliction's faded form draws nigh, 
With wrinkled brow and downcast eye ; 
With sackcloth on her bosom spread, 
And ashes scattered o'er her head. 

2 But deem her not a child of earth ; 
From heaven she draws her sacred birth ; 
Beside the throne of God she stands 

To execute his kind commands. 

3 The messenger of love, she flies 

To train us for our sphere, the skies ; 
And onward as we move, the way 
Becomes more smooth, more bright the day. 

4 Her weeds to robes of glory turn, 

Her looks with kindling radiance burn ; 
And from her lips these accents steal, — 
" God smites to bless, he wounds to heal ! " 



* Mrs. Howitt. 



330. 10s. M. 

IN AFFLICTION. 

i Thou that art strong to comfort, look on me ! 
I sit in darkness and behold no light ; 
Over my soul the waves of agony 
Have gone, and left me in a rayless night. 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 

2 A bruised and broken reed sustain ! sustain ! 
Divinest Comforter, to Thee I fly, 

To whom no soul hath ever fled in vain ; 
Support me with thy love, or else I die. 

3 Father, what'er I had, it all was thine ; 
A God of mercy Thou hast ever been ; 
O, help me what I most loved to resign, 
And if I murmur, count it not for sin. 

4 My soul is strengthened now, and it shall bear 
All that remains, whatever it may be; 

And from the very depths of my despair 
I will look up, O God, and trust in Thee ! 



331. C. M. * Barton. 

AT EVENING THERE SHALL BE LIGHT. 

i Our pathway oft is wet with tears, 

Our sky with clouds o'ercast, 
And worldly cares and worldly fears 

Go with us to the last ; — 
Not to the last ! God's word hath said, 

Could we but read aright : 
O pilgrim ! lift in hope thy head, 

At eve it shall be light ! 

2 Though earth-born shadows now may shroud 

Our toilsome path a while, 
God's blessed word can part each cloud, 

And bid the sunshine smile. 
If we but trust in living faith, 

His love and power divine, 
Then, though our sun may set in death. 

His light shall round us shine. 



AFFLICTION. 

When tempest-clouds are dark on high, 

His bow of love and peace 
Shines beauteous in the vaulted sky, 

Token that storms shall cease. 
Then keep we on, with hope unchilled, 

By faith and not by sight, 
And we shall own his word fulfilled, — 

" At eve it shall be light. " 



Sol, C. M. Anonymous 

god's way is on the deep. 

i Thy way is on the deep, O Lord ! 
E'en there we '11 go with Thee ; 
We '11 meet the tempest at Thy word, 
And walk upon the sea. 

2 Poor tremblers at His rougher wind, 

Why do we doubt Him so 1 
Who gives the storms a path will find 
The way our feet shall go. 

3 A moment may His hand seem lost, 

Drear moment of delay ; — 
We cry, " Lord, help the tempest-tost ! * 
And safe we 're borne away. 

4 O happy soul, of faith divine ! 

Thy victory how sure ! 
The love that kindles joy is thine, 
The patience to endure, 
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THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 



333. H. M. Mrs. Miles. 

IN AFFLICTION. 

i Thou, infinite in love ! 
Guide this bewildered mind, 
Which, like the trembling dove. 
No resting-place can find 
On the wild waters, — God of light, 
Through the thick darkness lead me right ! 

2 Bid the fierce conflict cease. 
And fear and anguish fly ; 
Let there again be peace, 
As in the days gone by : 

In Jesus' name I cry to Thee, 
Remembering Gethsemane. 

3 Fain would earth's true and dear 
Save me in this dark hour ; 
And art not Thou more near ? 
Art Thou not love and power ? 

Vain is the help of man, — but Thou 
Canst send deliverance even now. 

4 Though through the future's shade 
Pale phantoms I descry, 

Let me not shrink dismayed, 

But ever feel Thee nigh ; 
There may be grief, and pain, and care 
But, O my Father ! Thou art there. 



AFFLICTION. 



334. C. M. Anonymous. 



RESIGNATION. 



i In trouble and in grief, O God, 

Thy smile hath cheered my way ; 
And joy hath budded from each thorn 
That round my footsteps lay. 

2 The hours of pain have yielded good 

Which prosperous days refused ; 
As herbs, though scentless when entire, 
Spread fragrance when they're bruised. 

3 The oak strikes deeper as its boughs 

By furious blasts are driven ; 
So life's tempestuous storms the more 
Have fixed my heart in heaven. 

4 All-gracious Lord ! whate'er my lot 

In other times may be, 
I'll welcome still the heaviest grief 
That brings me near to Thee. 



335. 7s. M. Sarah F. Adams. 



DEWS AND TEARS. 



i Gently fall the dews of eve, 
Raising still the languid flowers ; 
Sweetly flow the tears that grieve 
O'er a mourner's stricken hours. 

2 Blessed dews and tears that yet 
Lift us nearer unto heaven ! 
Let us still His praise repeat, 
Who in mercy all hath given. 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 

336. 10s. M. Anonymous. 

THE STRENGTH OF THE LONELY. 

i Though lonely be thy path, fear not, for He 
Who marks the sparrow fall is guarding thee ; 
And not a star shines o'er thy head by night, 
But He hath known that it will reach thy 
sight. 

2 And not a grief can darken or surprise, 
Swell in thy heart, or dim with tears thine 

eyes, 
But it is sent in mercy and in love, 
To bid thy helplessness seek strength above. 



ddi . L. M. Jane Roscoe. 



LIGHT IN DARKNESS. 



i My Father, when around me spread 
I see the shadows of the tomb, 
When life's bright visions droop and fade, 
And darkness veils the days to come, — 

2 O, in that anguished hour I turn 
With a still trusting heart to Thee, 
And holy thoughts arise and burn 
Amid that cold, sad destiny ! 

3 They fill my soul with heavenly light, 
While all around is pain and woe ; 

And strengthened by them, m Thy sight, 
Father, to drink Thy cup I go. 



AFFLICTION. 



338. C. M. Anonymous. 



CONSOLATION. 



i Let me not wander comfortless, 
My Father, far from Thee ; 
But still beneath Thy guardian wing 
In holy quiet be. 

2 The storms of grief, the tears of woe, 

Soothed by Thy love, shall cease ; 
And all the trembling spirit breathe 
A deep, unbroken peace. 

3 The power of prayer shall o'er me shed 

A deep, celestial calm ; 
More soft than evening's twilight dews, 
My soul shall feel its balm. 

4 For there Thy still, small voice shall speak 

Thy great, Thy boundless love ; 
And tears and smiles, and grief and joy, 
Shall lift my soul above. 



«K>y« S. M. Anonymous. 

THE MEANING OF SORROW. 

i We love this outward world, 

Its fair sky overhead, — 
Its morning's soft, gray mist unfurled, 
Its sunsets rich and red. 

2 But there's a world within 

That higher glory hath; 
A life the immortal soul must win, — 
The life of joy and faith. 
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THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 

3 For this the Father's love 
Doth shade the world of sense ; 

The bounding play of health remove, 
And dim the sparkling glance ; 

4 That, though the earth grows dull 
And earthly pleasures few, 

The spirit gain its wisdom full 
To suffer and to do. 

5 Holy its world within, 
Unknown to sound or sight, — 

The world of victory o'er sin, 
Of faith, and love, and light. 



340. 11 & 10s. M. Anonymous. 

THE MOURNER. 

i Weep thou, O mourner ! but in lamentation 
Let thy Redeemer still remembered be ; 
Strong is His arm, the God of thy salvation, 
Strong is His love to cheer and comfort thee. 

2 Cold though the world be, in the way before 

thee, 
Wail not in sadness o'er the darkling tomb ; 
God in His love still watcheth kindly o'er 
thee, 
Light shineth still above the clouds of gloom. 

3 Dimmed though thine eyes be with the tears 

of sorrow, 
Night only known beneath the sky of time, 
Faith can behold the dawning of a morrow 
Glowing in smiles of life and joy sublime. 



AFFLICTION. 



Change, then, O mourner, grief to exultation ; 

Firm and confiding should thy spirit be ; 
Strong is His arm, the God of thy salvation, 

Strong is His love to cheer and comfort 
thee. 



341. P. M. Mrs. Hemans. 



FOR STRENGTH. 



i Father ! who in the olive shade, 
When the dark hour came on, 
Didst, with a breath of heavenly aid, 
Strengthen thy Son ; 

2 O, in the anguish of our night, 

Send us down blest relief; 
And to the chastened, let Thy might 
Hallow the grief! 

3 And thou, that, when the starry sky 

Saw the dread strife begun, 
Didst teach adoring faith to cry, 
"Thy will be done!" — 

4 By thy meek spirit, thou, of all 

That e'er have mourned the chief, 
Our Saviour ! when the stroke doth fall, 
Hallow our grief! 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 



342- 11 & 4s. M. Whittier. 

THE ANGELS OF GRIEF. 

i With silence only as their benediction, 
God's angels come 
Where, in the shadow of a great affliction, 
The soul sits dumb. 

2 Yet would we say, what every heart ap- 

proveth, — 
Our Father's will, 
Calling to Him the dear ones whom he loveth, 
Is mercy still. 

3 Not upon us or ours the solemn angel 

Hath evil wrought ; 
The funeral anthem is a glad evangel : 
The good die not ! 

4 God calls our loved ones, but we lose not 

wholly 
What He has given ; 
They live on earth in thought and deed, as 

truly 
As in His heaven. 



343. C. M. Wilson. 



i O, not when the death-prayer is said, 
The life of life departs ; 
The body in the grave is laid, 
Its beauty in our hearts* 



AFFLICTION. 

2 At holy midnight, voices sweet, 

Like fragrance, fill the room ; 
And happy ghosts, with noiseless feet, 
Come brightening through the gloom. 

3 We know who sends the visions bright, 

From whose dear side they came ; 
We veil our eyes before Thy light, 
We bless our Fathers name! 

4 This frame, God, this feeble breath, 

Thy hand may soon destroy ; 
We think of Thee, and feel in death 
A deep and holy joy. 

5 Dim is the light of vanished years 

In glory yet to come ; 
O idle grief, O foolish tears, 
When Jesus calls us home ! 



344. P. m. 



Mrs. Hemans. 



THE CRY OF THE AFFLICTED. 

Lowly and solemn be 
Thy children's cry to Thee, 

Father divine ! 
A hymn of suppliant breath, 
Owning that life and death 

Alike are Thine. 

O Father, in that hour 
When earth all helping power 

Shall disavow : 
When spear, and shield, and crown, 
In faintness are cast down, 

Sustain us Thou ! 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 

3 By him who bowed to take 
The death-cup for our sake, 

The thorn, the rod ; 
From whom the last dismay 
Was not to pass away, 

Aid us, O God ! 

4 And now beside the grave, 
We call on Thee to save, 

Father divine ! 
Hear, hear our suppliant breath ; 
Keep us, in life and death, 

Thine, only Thine ! 



345. 12 & lis. M. Gaskell. 

LIFE IN DEATH. 

i Thanks, thanks unto God! who in mercy 
hath spoken 
The truths which have pierced through the 
spirit's sad gloom; 
Whose love with the light of its presence 
hath broken 
The darkness which hung o'er the desolate 
tomb. 

2 What now shall affright us? A Father 
Almighty 
Keeps watch round our footsteps wherever 
we go; 
His mercy is sleepless, — His wisdom unfail- 
ing,— 
He knoweth each want and regardeth each 
woe. 



DEATH. 

3 Where now is death's terror? he comes as an 

angel 
To carry the spirit away to its rest : 
The gloom which he weareth is lost in the 
message 
He brings from the Being who loveth us 
best. 

4 May we live ever true to the hopes He hath 

given, 
T\ hile they shed o'er our path a still holier 

light; 
Ever making us nearer and nearer to heaven. 
More, pure our affections, our spirits more 

bright. 



346. L. M. Norton. 

O, STAY THY TEARS ! 

i O, stay thy tears ! for they are blest 
Whose days are past, whose toil is done ; 
Here midnight care disturbs our rest, 
Here sorrow dims the morning sun. 

2 For laboring virtue's anxious toil, 
For patient sorrow's stifled sigh, 

For faith that marks the conqueror's spoil, 
Heaven grants the recompense, — to die. 

3 How blest are they whose transient years 
Pass like an evening meteor's flight, 

Not dark with guilt, nor dim with tears, 
Whose course is short, unclouded, bright ! 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 

4 O, cheerless were our lengthened way, 
But heaven's own light dispels the gloom, 
Streams downward from eternal day, 
And sheds a glory round the tomb ! 

5 Then stay thy tears, — the blest above 
Have hailed a spirit's heavenly birth, 
Sung a new song of joy and love; 

Then why should anguish reign on earth ] 



347. L. M. Sarah F. Adams. 

THE ANGEL AT THE TOMB. 

i The mourners came, at break of day, 
Unto the garden sepulchre, 
With saddened hearts to weep and pray 
For him, the loved one, buried there. 
What radiant light dispels the gloom? 
An angel sits beside the tomb. 

2 The earth doth mourn her treasures lost, 
All sepulchred beneath the snow, 
When wintry winds and chilling frost 
Have laid her summer glories low ; 

The spring returns, the flow' rets bloom, — 
An angel sits beside the tomb. 

3 Then mourn we not beloved dead, 
E'en while we come to weep and pray ; 
The happy spirit hath but fled 

To brighter realms of heavenly day; 
Immortal hope dispels the gloom ; — 
An angel sits beside the tomb. 



348. 



DEATH. 

7 & 5s. M. 

BLESSED ARE THE DEAD. 



BOWRING. 



i Blessed, blessed are the dead 
In the Lord who die ; 
Radiant is the path they tread 
Upward to the sky. 

2 All their deeds of virtue done, 
Deeds of peace and love, 
Now are stars of glory strewn, 
Lighting them above. 



349. 



S. M. 



O DEATH, WHERE IS THY STING! 



BOWRING. 



i Where is thy sting, O death ? 

Grave ! where thy victory ? 
The clod may sleep in dust beneath, 

The spirit will be free ! 

2 Both man and time have power 
O'er suffering, dying men ; 

But death arrives, and in that hour 
The soul is freed again. 

3 Then, death, where is thy sting ? 
And where thy victory, grave ? 

O'er your dark bourn the soul will spring 
To Him who loves to save. 
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THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 



350. L. M. Mrs. Barbauld. 



HIS END IS PEACE. 



i How blest the righteous when he dies ! 
When sinks a trusting soul to rest. 
How mildly beam the closing eyes, 
How gently heaves the expiring breast ! 

2 So fades a summer cloud away ; 

So sinks the gale when storms are o'er ; 
So gently shuts the eye of day ; 
So dies a wave along the shore. 

3 A holy quiet reigns around. 

A calm which life nor death destroys ; 
And naught disturbs that peace profound 
Which his unfettered soul enjoys. 

4 Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears, 
Where lights and shades alternate dwell ! 
How bright the unchanging morn appears ! 
Farewell, inconstant world, farewell ! 

5 Life's duty done, as sinks the clay, 
Light from its load the spirit flies ; 
While guardian angels gently say, 

" How blest the righteous when he dies ! " 



oOl. S. M. # Mrs. Howitt. 

HE IS RISEN. 

i O spirit, freed from earth, 
Rejoice, thy work is done ! 
The weary world's beneath thy feet, 
Thou brighter than the sun ! 



DEATH. 

2 Arise, put on the robes 
That the redeemed win ; 

Now sorrow hath no part in thee, 
Thou sanctified within ! 

3 Awake, and breathe the air 
Of the celestial clime ! 

Awake to love which knows no change, 
Thou who hast done with time ! 

4 Awake, lift up thine eyes ! 
See, all heaven's host appears ! 

And be thou glad exceedingly, — 
Thou, who hast done with tears. 

5 Ascend ! thou art not now 
With those of mortal birth ; 

The living God hath touched thy lips, 
Thou who hast done with earth ! 



352. S. M. Gaskell. 

NO MORE ! 

i " No more, on earth no more, 

Shall beam for us that eye ; 
Closed in a strange forgetfulness 
Forever it must lie. 

2 "No more, on earth no more, 
Shall we behold that face ; 

Within the mournful halls of death 
Must be its dwelling-place. 

3 " No more, on earth no more, 
Shall those dear lips be heard ; 

Cold silence there hath fixed its seal, 
Breathed is their latest word." 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 

4 J Tis so fond Nature mourns 
Affection's broken ties ; 

But Faith stands forth, she points on high, 
Serenely she replies : — 

5 " No more, in heaven no more, 
That eye is dim with tears ; 

But bright, and brighter still, the scene 
Before its view appears. 

6 "No more, in heaven no more, 
That face a shadow bears ; 

But looks of light, born of a bliss 
Unknown to earth, it wears. 

7 "No more, in heaven no more, 
That voice is faint with pain ; 

It mingles with angelic bands, 
In their enraptured strain. 

8 "No more, in heaven no more, 
The parting grief is known ; 

But love has all eternity 

To look through as its own." 



353. C. M. Barton. 

THE DEAD. 

i The dead are like the stars by day, 
Withdrawn from mortal eye, 
Yet holding unperceived their way 
Through the unclouded sky. 

2 By them, through holy hope and love, 
We feel, in hours serene, 
Connected with a world above, 
Immortal and unseen. 



THE SPIRITUAL WORLD. 

3 For death his sacred seal hath set 

On bright and bygone hours ; 
And they we mourn are with us yet, 
Are more than ever ours ; — 

4 Ours, by the pledge of love and faith, 

By hopes of heaven on high ; 
By trust, triumphant over death, 
In immortality. 



354. P. M. Anonymous 

THE DEPARTED. 

i The spirits of the loved and the departed 
Are with us, and they tell us of the sky, 
A rest for the bereaved and broken-hearted, 
A house not made with hands, a home on 
high; 
Holy monitions, — a mysterious breath, — 
A whisper from the marble halls of death. 

2 They have gone from us, and the grave is 
strong, 
Yet in night's silent watches they are near ; 
Their voices linger round us, as the song 

Of the sweet bird that lingers on the ear, 
When, floating upward in the flush of even, 
Its form is lost from earth and swallowed up 
in heaven. 
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THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 

«>55. Us. M. Anonymous. 

ARE THEY NOT ALL MINISTERING SPIRITS? 

i How dear is the thought, that the angels of 

God 
May bow their bright wings to the world they 

once trod ; 
Will leave the sweet songs of the mansions 

above, 
To breathe o'er our bosoms some message of 

love! 

2 They come, on the wings of the morning they 

come, 
Impatient to lead some poor wanderer home ; 
Some sinner to save from his darkened abode, 
And lay him to rest in the arms of his God. 

3 They come when we wander, they come 

when we pray, 
In mercy to guard us wherever we stray ; 
A glorious cloud, their bright witness is given ; 
Encircling us here are these angels of heaven. 



356. CM. *J. H. Perkins. 



SPIRITUAL PRESENCE. 



i It is a faith sublime and sure, 
That ever round our head 
Are hovering, on noiseless wing, 
The spirits of the dead. 



THE SPIRITUAL WORLD. 

2 It is a faith sublime and sure, 

When ended our career, 
That it will be our ministry 
To watch o'er others here; 

3 To bid the mourners cease to mourn, 

The trembling be forgiven, 
To bear away from ills of clay 
The deathless soul to heaven. 



357. C. M. Jane Taylor. 

THE UNSEEN WORLD. 

i There is a state unknown, unseen, 
Where parted souls must be ; 
And but a step doth lie between 
That world of souls and me. 

2 I see no light, I hear no sound, 

When midnight shades are spread ; 
Yet angels pitch their tents aroimd, 
And guard my quiet bed. 

3 The things unseen, O God, reveal ; 

My spirit's vision clear, 
Till I shall feel, and see, and know, 
That those I love are near 

4 Impart the faith that soars on high, 

Beyond this earthly strife ; 
That holds sweet converse with the sky, 
And lives eternal life. 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 

o5o. P. M. Anonymous. 

MINISTERING ANGELS. 

i Brother, the angels say, 

Peace to thy heart ! 
We, too, O brother, have 

Been as thou art, — 
Hope-lifted, doubt-depressed, 

Seeing in part, 
Tried, troubled, tempted, 

Sustained, as thou art. 

2 Brother, they softly say, 

Be our thoughts one ; 
Bend thou with us and pray, 

" Thy will be done ! " 
Our God is thy God ; 

He willeth the best; 
Trust Him as we trusted — 

Rest as we rest ! 

3 Ye, too, they gently say, 

Shall angels be ; 
Ye, too, O brothers, 

From earth shall be free : 
Yet in earth's loved ones 

Ye still shall have part, 
Bearing God's strength and love 

To the torn heart. 

4 Thus when the spirit, tried 

Tempted and worn, 
Finding no earthly aid, 
Heavenward doth turn, — 



THE SPIRITUAL WORLD. 

Come these sweet angel-tones, 

Falling like balm, 
And on the troubled heart 

Steals a deep calm. 



359. C. M. Mrs. Miles, 



FORETASTE OF HEAVEN. 



i When, on devotion's seraph wing, 

The spirit soars above, 
And feels Thy presence, Father, Friend, 

God of eternal love ! 
The joys of earth, how swift they fade 

Before that living ray, 
Which gives to the rapt soul a glimpse 

Of pure and perfect day ! 

2 A gleam of Heaven's own light, though now 

Its brightness scarce appears 
Through the pale shadows that are spread 

Around our earthly years ; 
But Thine unclouded smile, O God ! 

Fills that all-glorious place, 
Where we shall know as we are known, 

And see Thee, face to face. 



360 S. M. Briggs' Coll. 

THE ANGELS' CALL. 

i Come to the land of peace ! 

From shadows come away ; 
Where all the sounds of weeping cease, 
And storms no more have sway ! 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 

2 Fear hath no dwelling here ; 
But pure repose and love 

Breathe through the bright, celestial air 
The spirit of the dove. 

3 Come to the bright and blest, 
Gathered from every land ; 

For here thy soul shall find its rest, 
Amidst the shining band. 

4 In this divine abode 

Change leaves no saddening trace ; 
Come, trusting spirit, to thy God, 
Thy holy resting-place ! 



361. C. M. Briggs' Coll. 

A VISION OF HEAVEN. 

i O, heaven is where no secret dread 
May haunt us by its power ; 
Where from the past no gloom is shed 
Upon the present hour. 

2 And there the living waters flow 

Along the radiant shore ; 
The soul, now wandering here, shall know 
Its burning thirst no more. 

3 The burden of the stranger's heart, 

Which here unknown we bear, 

Like the night-shadow shall depart 

With our first wakening there. 

4 And, borne on eagle's wings afar, 

Free thought shall claim its dower, 
From every sphere, from every star, 
Of glory and of power. 



vm. VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 



362. P. M. Sterling, 

A HYMN OF MORNING. 

i Sweet morn ! from countless cups of gold, 
Thou liftest reverently on high 
More incense fine than earth can hold, 
To fill the sky. 

2 Where'er the vision's boundaries glance, 
Existence swells with living power, 
And all the illumined earth's expanse 

Inhales the hour. 

3 In man, O morn ! a loftier good, 

With conscious blessing, fills the soul, — 
A life by reason understood, 

Which metes the whole. 

4 To thousand tasks of fruitful hope, 
With skill against his toil, he bends, 
And finds his work's determined scope 

Where'er he wends. 

5 From earth and earthly toil and strife 
To deathless aims his soul may rise, 
Each dawn may wake to better life, 

With purer eyes. 



VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 

6 Such grace from Thee, O God, be ours, 
Renewed with every morning's ray, 
And freshening still with added flowers 

Each future day. 

7 To man is given one primal star ; 

One day spring's beam has dawned below; 
From Thine our inmost glories are, 
With Thine we glow. 

8 Like earth awake and warm and bright, 
With joy the spirit moves and burns ; 
So up to Thee, O Fount of Light, 

Our light returns. 



363, 7s. M. Episcopal Coll 

MORNING HYMN. 

i Now the shades of night are gone ; 
Now the morning light is come : 
Lord, may we be Thine to-day ; 
Drive the shades of sin away. 

2 Fill our souls with heavenly light, 
Banish doubt, and clear our sight ; 
In Thy service, Lord, to-day, 

May we stand, and watch, and pray. 

3 Keep our haughty passions bound ; 
Save us from our foes around ; 
Going out and coming in, 

Keep us safe from every sin. 



MORNING. 

364 7s. M. Furness, 

MORNING HYMN. 

\ In the morning I will pray 
For God's blessing on the day; 
What this day shall be my lot, 
Light or darkness, know I not. 

2 Should it be with clouds o'ercast, 
Clouds of sorrow, gathering fast, 
Thou, who givest light divine, 
Shine within me, Lord, O, shine ! 

3 Show me, if I tempted be, 

How to find all strength in Thee, 
And a perfect triumph win 
Over every bosom sin. 

4 Keep my feet from secret snares, 
Keep mine eyes, O God, from tears ! 
Every step Thy love attend, 

And my soul from death defend ! 



365. C. M. St. Ambrose. 

MORNING HYMN. 

i Now that the sun is beaming bright, 
Implore we, bending low, 
That He, the uncreated Light, 
May guide us as we go. 

2 No sinful word, nor deed of wrong, 
Nor thoughts that idly rove, 
But simple truth be on our tongue, 
And in our hearts be love. 
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VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 

3 And while the hours in order flow, 

Securely keep, O God, 
Our hearts, beleaguered by the foe 
That tempts our every road. 

4 And grant that to Thine honor, Lord, 

Our daily toil may tend ; 
That we begin it at Thy word, 
And in Thy favor end. 



366. L. M. PlERPONT. 

MORNING HYMN FOR A CHILD. 

i O God ! I thank Thee that the night 
In peace and rest hath passed away, 
And that I see in this fair light 
My Father's smile, that makes it day. 

2 Be Thou my guide, and let me live 
As under Thine all-seeing eye ; 
Supply my wants, my sins forgive, 
And make me happy when I die. 



367. P. M. Heber 

EVENING ASPIRATION. 

God that madest earth and heaven, 

Darkness and light ! 
Who the day for toil hast given, 

For rest the night ! 
May Thine angel guards defend us, 
Slumber sweet Thy mercy send us, 
Holy dreams and hopes attend us, 

This livelong night ! 



EVENING. 



368. 7s. M. St. Gregory, 



EVENING HYMN. 



i Source of light and life divine ! 
Thou didst cause the light to shine; 
Thou didst bring Thy sunbeams forth 
O'er Thy new-created earth. 

2 Shade of night and morning ray 
Took from Thee the name of day : 
Now arain the shades are nigh, 



VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 

3 Lord, since his rising in the east, 
If we have falterecTor transgressed, 
Guide, from Thy love's abundant source, 
What yet remains of this day's course. 

4 Help with Thy grace, through all life's day, 
Our upward and our downward way ; 
And glorify for us the west, 

When we shall sink into our rest. 



Oil). P. M. Anonymous. 



EVENING. 

371. 7S. M. *FURNE8S. 

THE LIGHT OF STARS. 

i Slowly, by God's hand unfurled, 
Down around the weary world 
Falls the darkness ; O, how still 
Is the working of His will ! 

2 Mighty spirit, ever nigh ! 
Work in me as silently ; 

Veil the day's distracting sights, 
Show me heaven's eternal lights. 

3 Living stars to view be brought 

In the boundless realms of thought ; 
High and infinite desires, 
Flaming like those upper fires ! 

4 Holy Truth, Eternal Right, 
Let them break upon my sight : 
Let them shine serene and still, 
And with light my being fill. 



*itA» L. M. Pierpont. 

EVENING HYMN FOR A CHILD. 

i Another day its course hath run, 
And still, O God ! Thy child is blest ; 
For Thou hast been by day my sun, 
And Thou wilt be by night my rest. 

2 Sweet sleep descends, mine eyes to close ; 
And now, while all the world is still, 
I give my body to repose, 
My spirit to my Father's will. 
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VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 



u7o. L. M. Doddridge. 



THE ETERNAL SABBATH. 



i Lord of the Sabbath, hear our vows. 
On this Thy day, in this Thy house ; 
And own, as grateful sacrifice, 
The songs which from Thy churches rise. 

2 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love ; 
But there's a nobler rest above; 

To that our longing souls aspire, 
With earnest hope and strong desire. 

3 No more fatigue, no more distress ; 
Nor sin nor death shall reach the place ; 
No groans to mingle with the songs 
Which warble from immortal tongues. 

4 No rude alarms of raging foes ; 
No cares to break the long repose ; 
No midnight shade, no clouded sun, 
But sacred, high, eternal noon. 

5 O long expected day, begin ; 

Dawn on these realms of woe and sin ! 
Fain would we leave this weary road, 
And pass through death, to rest with God. 



374. C. M. Christian Hymns. 



SARBATH MORNING. 



How sweet, how calm, this Sabbath morn ! 

How pure the air that breathes ! 
How soft the sounds upon it borne ! 

How light its vapor wreathes ! 



SABBATH EVENING. 

2 It seems as if the Christian's prayer, 

For peace and joy and love, 

Were answered by the very air 

That wafts its strain above. 

3 Let each unholy passion cease, 

Each evil thought be crushed, 

And every care that mars our peace 

In Faith and Love be hushed. 



u75. L. M. * Montgomery. 

SABBATH EVENING. 

i Within Thy courts have millions met, 
Millions this day before Thee bowed ; 
Their faces heavenward were set, 
Their vows to Thee, O God ! they vowed. 

2 Still as the light of morning broke 
O'er island, continent, and deep, 
Thy far-spread family awoke, 
Sabbath all rourjd the world to keep. 

3 From east to west the sun surveyed, 
From north to south, adoring throngs ; 
And still where evening stretched her shade, 
The stars came forth to hear their songs. 

4 And not a prayer, a tear, a sigh, 
Hath failed this day some suit to gain ; 

To hearts that sought Thee Thou wast nigh, 
Nor hath one sought Thy face in vain. 

6 The poor in spirit Thou hast fed, 
The feeble soul hath strengthened been, 
The mourner Thou hast comforted, 
The pure in heart their God have seen. 



VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 



6 And Thou, soul-searching God ! hast known 
The hearts of all that bent the knee, 
And all their prayers have reached Thy throne, 
Tn soul and truth who worshipped Thee 



376. c. M. 



BAPTISM. 



i When from the Jordan's gleaming wave 
Came forth the Sinless One, 
A voice athwart the heavens flashed, 
" Lo ! my beloved son ! " 

2 The Baptist, gazing on his face, 

With the soul's radiance bright, 
Beheld upon his sacred head 
A snow-white dove alight. 

3 Now with baptismal waters touched, 

Thy children, Father, see ! 
While heart and soul, and mind and strength, 
They consecrate to Thee. 

4 Send down on them Thy holy dove, 

Thy spirit undefiled ; 
Be each in purity and faith 
Thy well-beloved child ! 

5 O help them in the wilderness 

To conquer doubt and sin ; 
To see above them still Thy Peace, 
And hear Thy voice within ! 



BAPTISM. 



377. L. M. W. Boston Coll. 



BAPTISM OF A CHILD. 



i This child we dedicate to Thee, 
O God of grace and purity ! 
Shield it from sin and threatening wrong, 
And let Thy love its life prolong. 

2 O, may Thy spirit gently draw 
Its willing soul to keep Thy law ; 
May virtue, piety, and truth, 
Dawn even with its dawning youth ! 

3 We, too, before Thy gracious sight, 
Once shared the blest baptismal rite, 
And would renew its solemn vow, 
With love, and thanks, and praises, now. 

4 Grant that, with true and faithful heart. 
We still may act the Christian's part, 
Cheered by each promise Thou hast given, 
And laboring for the prize in heaven. 



378. S. M. Disciples' H. B 



BAPTISM OF A CHILD. 



i To Thee, O God in heaven, 

This little one we bring, 
Giving to Thee what Thou hast given, 
Our dearest offering. 

2 Into a world of toil 

These little feet will roam, 
Where sin its purity may soil, 
Where care and grief may come. 



VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 



3 O, then, let Thy pure love, 

With influence serene, 
Come down, like water, from above, 

To comfort and make clean ! 



379. s. M. 



Disciples' H. B. 



BAPTISM OF CHILDREN. 



i To Him who children blest, 
And suffered them to come, 
To Him who took them to his breast, 
We bring these children home. 

2 To Thee, God, whose face 
Their spirits still behold, 

We bring them, praying that Thy grace 
May keep, Thine arms enfold. 

3 And as this water falls 
On each unconscious brow, 

Thy holy spirit grant, O Lord, 
To keep them pure as now ! 



380. C. M. Gaskell. 

MARRIAGE HYMN 

i We join to pray, Avith wishes kind, 
A blessing, Lord, from Thee, 
On those who now the bands have twined. 
Which ne'er may broken be. 

2 We know that scenes not always bright 
Must unto them be given ; 
But let there shine o'er all the light 
Of love, and truth, and heaven. 



MARRIAGE. 

Still hand in hand, their journey through, 

Meek pilgrims may they go ; 
Mingling their joys as helpers true. 

And sharing every woe. 

In faith, and trust, and heart, the same, 

The same their home above ; 
May each in each still feed the flame 

Of pure and holy love. 



381. 7s. M. 



Anonymous. 



MARRIAGE HYMN. 

i Father, in Thy presence now 
Has been pledged the nuptial vow ; 
Heart to heart, as hand in hand, 
Linked in one Thy children stand. 

2 God of love ! this union bless, 
Not with earth's low happiness; 

But with joys whose heavenly spring 
Shall diviner raptures bring. 

3 May these blended souls be found 
Firm in duty's active round; 
Daily every burden share, 
Nightly seek Thy shadowing care. 

4 When against their trembling forms 
Shoot the arrows of life's storms; 
Or when age and sickness wait 
Heralds at life's parting gate; — 

5 In the fulness of belief, 

May they look beyond the grief; 

And together fearless tread 

In the path where Thou shalt lead. 



VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 

382. L. M. Norton. 

DEDICATION OF A CHURCH. 

i Where ancient forests widely spread, 
Where bends the cataract's ocean-fall ; 
On the lone mountain's silent head, 
There are Thy temples, God of all ! 

2 The tombs Thine altars are ; for there, 
When earthly loves and hopes have fled, 
To Thee ascends the spirit's prayer, 
Thou God of the immortal dead ! 

3 All space is holy, for all space 

Is filled by Thee; — but human thought 
Burns clearer in some chosen place, 
Where Thine own words of love are taught. 

4 Here be they taught ; and may we know 
That faith Thy servants knew of old, 
Which onward bears, through weal or woe, 
Till death the gates of heaven unfold. 

5 Nor we alone ; may those whose brow 
Shows yet no trace of human cares 
Hereafter stand where we do now, 
And raise to Thee still holier prayers. 



383. C. M. Bryant. 



DEDICATION HYMNS. 



i O Thou, whose own vast temple stands 
Built over earth and sea, 
Accept the walls that human hands 
Have raised to worship Thee ! 



ORDINATION. 

2 Lord, from Thine inmost glory send, 

Within these courts to bide, 
The peace that dwelleth, without end, 
Serenely by Thy side ! 

3 May erring minds that worship here 

Be taught the better way ; 
And they who mourn, and they who fear, 
Be strengthened as they pray. 

4 May faith grow firm, and love grow warm, 

And pure devotion rise, 
While round these hallowed walls the storm 
Of earth-born passion dies. 



384. c. M. 

ORDINATION HYMN. 

i O God ! Thy children, gathered here, 
Thy blessing now we wait ; 
Thy servant, girded for his work, 
Stands at the temple's gate. 

2 A holy purpose in his heart 

Has deepened calm and still ; 
Now from his childhood's Nazareth 
He comes, to do Thy will. 

3 O Father ! keep his soul alive 

To every hope of good ; 
And may his life of love proclaim 
Man's truest brotherhood ! 

4 O Father ! keep his spirit quick 

To every form of wrong ; 
And in the ear of sin and self 
May his rebuke be strong ! 
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VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 

5 And as he doth Christ's footsteps press, 

If e'er his faith grow dim, 
Then, in the dreary wilderness, 
Thine angels strengthen him ! 

6 And give him in Thy holy work 

Patience to wait Thy time, 
And, toiling still with man, to breathe 
The soul's serener clime. 

7 O grant him many hearts to lead 

Into Thy perfect rest ; 
Bless Thou him, Father, and his flock : 
Bless ! and they shall be blest ! 



385. c. M. 



ORDINATION. 



i Go, preach the gospel in my name, 
Said he of Bethlehem ; 
Teach of a crown more glorious 
Than earthly diadem. 

2 Teach ye as I have taught, in love ; 

Be hate unthought, unspoken ; 
Bind up the bleeding heart, nor let 
The bruised reed be broken. 

3 If any scorn you for the truth 

Which ye shall publish free, 
Think of the lonely midnight hour 
In dark Gethsemane : 

4 Think of my prayers on Olivet, 

My musings by the sea ; 
And though the heavy chain may bind, 
That truth shall make you free. 



FAST. 



386. l. M. 



ORDINATION. 



i Thy servant's sandals, Lord, are wet 
With Jordan's wave but lately met, 
And in that sacred river fall 
The olden thoughts, the spirit's pall. 

2 He stands upon the holy land, 
And angels take his trustful hand ; 
The Jordan sanctifies his breast, 
And Christ now leads him to his rest. 

3 His rest ? his battle ! he must win 
Fair Zion's gate through ranks of sin; 
Why are these words, this solemn show, 
If sin be not his deadly foe ? 

4 There gathers here no heavenly host ; 
No fiery tongues of Pentecost, — 

No gentle dove with winnowing wings 
The spirit to thy servant brings. 

5 The still, small voice hath called him here, 
And thus is God himself most near : — 
My people, lift your hearts in prayer, 
And keep your God forever there. 



387. S. M. Drummond 

A PUBLIC FAST. 

i " Is this a fast for me ?" 

Thus saith the Lord our God; 
11 A day for man to vex his soul, 
And feel affliction's rod? 



VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 

2 " No ; is not this alone 
The sacred fast I choose : 

Oppression's yoke to burst in twain, 
The bands of guilt unloose ? 

3 " To nakedness and want 
Your food and raiment deal, 

To dwell your kindred race among, 
And all their sufferings heal ? 

4 " Then, like the morning ray, 
Shall spring your health and light ; 

Before you, righteousness shall shine, 
Around, my glory bright !" 



388. 7 & 6s. M. Italian 

PRAYER OF A STRICKEN PEOPLE. 

i O Thou, whose power stupendous 

Upholds the earth and sky, 

Thy grace preserving send us, — 

To Thee, O Lord ! we cry. 

2 From wilds of fearful error, 

Wherein we darkly stray, 
Oppressed with doubt and terror, 
For saving aid we pray. 

3 O God of mercy, hear us ! 

Our pain, our sorrow, see ; 
Thy healing pity spare us, 
And bring us home to Thee ! 



NEW YEAR. 



ooo. 6s. M. Anonymous. 



THE NEW YEAR. 



Joy ! joy ! a year is born ; 
A year to man is given, 
For hope, and peace, and love, 
For faith, and truth, and heaven, 
Though earth he dark with care, 
With death and sorrow rife, 
Yet toil, and pain, and prayer, 
Lead to our higher life. 

Behold, the fields are white ! 
No longer idly stand ! 
Go forth in love and might ; 
Man needs thy helping hand. 
Thus may each day and year 
To prayer and toil be given, 
Till man to God draw near, 
And earth become like heaven. 



390. C. M. Gaskell. 

A NEW YEAR. 

i Our Father ! through the coming year 
We know not what shall be, 
But we would leave without a fear 
Its ordering all to Thee. 

2 It may be we shall toil in vain 
For what the world holds fair, 
And all its good we thought to gain 
Deceive, and prove but care. 

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VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 

3 It may be it shall darkly blend 

Our love with anxious fears, 
And snatch away the valued friend, 
The tried of many years. 

4 It may be it shall bring us days 

And nights of lingering pain, 

And bid us take our farewell gaze 

Of these loved haunts of men. 

5 But calmly, Lord, on Thee we rest ; 

No fears our trust shall move ; 
Thou knowest what for each is best. 
And Thou art perfect love. 



ol/l. 7s. M. Anonymous 

THE GOD OF SPRING. 

i Praise and thanks and cheerful love 
Rise from everything below, 
To the mighty One above, 
Who his wondrous love doth show : 
Praise him, each created thing ! 
God, your Father ! God of spring ! 

2 Praise him, trees so lately bare ; 
Praise him, fresh and new-born flowers ; 
All ye creatures of the air ; 

All ye soft-descending showers : 
Praise, with each awakening thing, 
Praise your Maker, — God of spring ! 

3 Praise him, man ! — thy fitful heart 
Let this balmy season move 

To employ its noblest part, 
Softest mercy, sweetest love, — 
Blessing, with each living thing, 
God the bounteous, — God of spring ! 



SPRING. 



392. 7 & 6s. M. W. V. 

SPRING. 

i There cometh o'er the spirit, 

With each returning year, 
The thought that Thou, the Father, 

Art ever to us near ; 
With hope of life dispelling 

The death that winter brought ; 
And flowers and fruits foretelling, 

With fragrant beauty fraught. 

2 'Tis this which calls Thy children 

In sweet accord to raise, 
Beneath thy blue-domed temple, 

One general hymn of praise 
To Thee, the ever-living, 

The universal King, 
Who never ceasest giving 

Each good and perfect thing. 

3 The streamlet from the mountain, — 

It speaketh, Lord, of Thee, 
As from its snow-capped fountain 

It rushes to the sea ; 
The gentle dew descending, 

And cloud's refreshing shower, — 
O God, our Heavenly Father, 

All, all, proclaim Thy power 



VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 



393. 8 & 7s. M. 



Anonymous. 



HYMN OF SPRING. 



i Praise the Lord, when blushing morning 
Wakes the blossoms fresh with dew ! 
When the world, again created, 
Beams with beauties fair and new ! 

2 Praise the Lord, when early breezes 

Gome so fragrant from the flowers ! 
Praise, thou willow by the brookside ! 
Praise, ye birds, among the bowers ! 

3 Praise the Lord ! and may His blessing 

Guide us in the way of truth, 
Keep our feet from paths of error, 
Make us holy in our youth. 

4 Praise the Lord, ye hosts of heaven ! 

Angels, sing your sweetest lays ! 
All things utter forth His glory ! 
Sound your great Creator's praise ! 



394. C. M. J.Richardson 

THE HYMN OF SUMMER. 

i How glad the tone when summer's sun 
Wreaths the gay world with flowers, 
And trees bend down with golden fruit, 
And birds are in their bowers ! 

2 The morn sends silent music down 
Upon each earthly thing ; 
And always since creation's dawn 
The stars together sing. 



SUMMER. 

Shall man remain in silence, then, 

While all beneath the skies 
The chorus joins ? no, let us sing, 

And while our voices rise, 

O, let our lives, great God, breathe forth 

A constant melody; 
And every action be a tone 

In that sweet hymn to Thee ! 



395. C. M. Mrs. Miles. 



The earth, all light and loveliness, 

In summer's golden hours, 
Shines, in her bridal vesture clad, 

And crowned with festal flowers, 
So radiantly beautiful, 

So like to heaven above, 
We scarce can deem more fair that world 

Of perfect bliss and love. 

Is this a shadow faint and dim 

Of that which is to come ! 
What shall the unveiled splendor be 

Of our celestial home, 
Where waves the glorious tree of life, 

Where streams of bliss gush free, 
And all is glowing in the light 

Of immortality ! 



VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 

oifO. C. M. Anonymous. 

SEED-TIME AND HARVEST SHALL NOT CEASE. 

i Fountain of life, and God of love ! 
How rich Thy bounties are ! 
The rolling seasons, as they move, 
Proclaim Thy constant care. 

2 When in the bosom of the earth 

The sower hid the grain, 
Thy goodness marked its secret birth, 
And sent the early rain. 

3 The spring's sweet influence, Lord, was Thine, 

Its mild, refreshing showers; 
Thou gav'st the ripening suns to shine, 
And summer's golden hours. 

4 Thy quickening life, forever near, 

Matured the swelling grain ; — 
The bounteous harvest crowns the year, 
And plenty fills the plain. 

5 With thankful hearts we trace Thy way 

Through all our smiling vales ; 
Thou, by whose love, nor night nor day, 
Seed-time nor harvest, fails ! 



397. 10 & lis. M. * Doddridge. 

THANKSGIVING FOR THE FRUITS OF THE EARTH. 

i House of our God, with cheerful anthems ring, 

While all our lips and hearts His mercies sing ; 

The fruitful year His bounties shall proclaim, 

And all its days be vocal with His name. 

The Lord is good, His mercy never-ending, 

His blessings in perpetual showers descending. 



THANKSGIVING FOR THE HARVEST. 

2 The earth, enlightened by His rays divine. 
Brought forth the grass, the corn, and oil, and 

wine ; 
Crowned with His goodness, let the people 

meet, 
And lay their thankful offerings at his feet ; 
With grateful love that hand divine confessing, 
Which on each heart bestoweth every blessing. 

3 His mercy never ends ; the dawn, the shade, 
Still see new beauties through new scenes 

displayed ; 
Succeeding ages bless this sure abode, 
And children lean upon their fathers' God : 
The soul of man, through its immense duration. 
Drinks from this source immortal consolation; 

4 Burst into praise, my soul ! all nature, join ! 
Angels and men, in harmony combine ! 
While human years are measured by the sun. 
And while eternity its course shall run, 

His goodness, in perpetual showers descending. 
Exalt in songs and raptures never-ending ! 



oi/O. L. M. Mrs. Sigourney, 

THE YEAR CROWNED WITH GOODNESS. 

i God of the year ! with songs of praise, 
And hearts of love, we come to bless 
Thy bounteous hand, for Thou hast, shed 
Thy manna o'er our wilderness. 



VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 

2 In early spring-time Thou didst fling 
O'er earth its robe of blossoming ; 
And its sweet treasures, day by day, 
Rose quickening in Thy blessed ray. 

3 God of the seasons ! Thou hast blest 
The land with sunlight and with showers ; 
And plenty o'er its bosom smiles, 

To crown the sweet autumnal hours. 

4 Praise, praise to Thee ! Our hearts expand, 
To view these blessings of Thy hand. 

And on the incense-breath of love 
Ascend to their bright home above. 



399. C. M. BOWRING. 

THE HYMN OF THE SEASONS. 

i The heavenly spheres to Thee, O God, 

Attune their evening hymn ; 
All- wise, all-holy, Thou art praised 

In song of seraphim. 
Unnumbered systems, suns, and worlds, 

Unite to worship Thee, 
While Thy majestic greatness fills 

Space, time, eternity. 

2 Nature, a temple worthy Thee, 

Beams with Thy light and love ; 
Whose flowers so sweetly bloom below, 

Whose stars rejoice above ; 
Whose altars are the mountain-cliffs 

That rise along the shore ; 
Whose anthems, the sublime accord 

Of storm and ocean-roar. 



CLOSE OF THE YEAR. 

Her song of gratitude is sung 

By Spring's awakening hours; 
Her Summer offers at Thy shrine 

Its earliest, loveliest flowers ; 
Her Autumn brings its golden fruits. 

In glorious luxury given ; 
While Winter's silver heights reflect 

Thy brightness back to heaven. 



400. 10s. M. Emily Taylor. 

THE CHANGING YEAR. 

i God of the changing year, whose arm of power 
In safety leads through danger's darkest 

hour, — 
Here in Thy temple bow Thy children down, 
To bless Thy mercy, and Thy might to own. 

2 Thine are the beams that cheer us on our way, 
And pour around the gladdening light of day ; 
Thine is the night, and the fair orbs that shine 
To cheer its hours of darkness, — all are Thine. 

3 If round our path the thorns of sorrow grew, 
And mortal friends were faithless, Thou wast 

true; 
Did sickness shake the frame, or anguish tear 
The wounded spirit, Thou wast present there. 

4 O, lend Thine ear, and lift our voice to Thee: 
Where'er we dwell, still let Thy mercy be ; 
From year to year, still nearer to Thy shrine 
Draw our frail hearts, and make them wholly 

Thine ! 
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VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 



401 C. M. Gaskell. 

CLOSE OF THE YEAR. 

i O God ! to Thee our hearts would pay 
Their gratitude sincere, 
Whose love hath kept us, night and day, 
Throughout another year. 

2 Of every breath, and every power, 

Thou wast the gracious source ; 
From Thee came every happy hour 
Which smiled along its course. 

3 And if sometimes across our path 

A cloud its shadows threw, 
Thou didst not waft it there in wrath, 
But loving-kindness true. 

4 For joy and grief alike we pay 

Our thanks to Thee above ; 
And only pray to grow each day 
More worthy of Thy love. 



402. L. M. *John Taylor. 



THE WORTH OF YEARS. 



i Like shadows gliding o'er the plain, 
Or clouds that roll successive on, 
Man's busy generations pass ; 
And while we gaze, their forms are gone. 

2 O Father, in whose mighty hand 
The boundless years and ages lie, 
Teach us Thy boon of life to prize, 
And use the moments as they fly ; — 



FUNERAL. 



To crowd the narrow span of life 
With wise designs and virtuous deeds : 
And so shall death but lead us on 
To nobler service that succeeds. 



403. P. M. •MlLMAN. 

FUNERAL HYMN. 

i Brother, thou art gone before us. 

And thy saintly soul is flown, 
Where tears are wiped from every eye, 

And sorrows are unknown ; 
From the burden of the flesh, 

And from care and fear, released, 
Where the wicked cease from troubling, 

And the weary are at rest. 

2 Sin no more can taint thy spirit, 

Nor can doubt thy faith assail ; 
Thy soul its welcome has received, 

Thy strength shall never fail ; 
And thou 'rt sure to meet the good, 

Whom on earth thou lovedst best, 
Where the wicked cease from troubling, 

And the weary are at rest. 

3 To the grave thy body bearing, 

Low we place it mid the dead ; 
And lay the turf above it now, 

And seal its narrow bed ; 
But thy spirit soars away, 

Free, among the faithful blest, 
Where the wicked cease from troubling, 

And the weary are at rest. 



VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 



404. C. M. Whittier. 

NOT LOST, BUT GONE BEFORE. 

i Another hand is beckoning us. 
Another call is given ; 
And glows once more with angel steps 
The path that leads to heaven. 

2 O, half we deemed she needed not 

The changing of her sphere, 

To give to heaven a shining one, 

Who walked an angel here. 

3 Unto our Father's will alone 

One thought hath reconciled ; 
That He whose love exceedeth ours 
Hath taken home his child. 

4 Fold her, O Father, in thine arms, 

And let her henceforth be 
A messenger of love between 
Our human hearts and Thee. 

5 Still let her mild rebukings stand 

Between us and the wrong, 
And her dear memory serve to make 
Our faith in goodness strong. 



405. 7s. M. J. H. Bancroft. 

THE CHRISTIAN'S BURIAL. 

i Brother, though from yonder sky 
Cometh neither voice nor cry, 
Yet we know for thee to-day 
Every pain hath passed away. 



FUNERAL. 

i Not for thee shall tears be given, 
Child of God, and heir of heaven ; 
For he gave thee sweet release ; 
Thine the Christian's death of peace. 

3 Well we know thy living faith 
Had the power to conquer death ; 
As a living rose may bloom 

By the border of the tomb. 

4 Brother, in that solemn trust, 
We commend thy dust to dust ; 
In that faith we wait, till, risen, 
Thou shalt meet us all in heaven. 

5 While we weep as Jesus wept, 
Thou shalt sleep as Jesus slept ; 
Then with Jesus thou shalt rest, 
Crowned, and glorified, and blest. 



40b. 7s. M. Anonymous. 

FUNERAL HYMN. 

i Clay to clay, and dust to dust ! 
Let them mingle, — for they must ! 
Give to earth the earthly clod, 
For the spirit 's fled to God. 

2 Never more shall midnight's damp 
Darken round this mortal lamp; 
Never more shall noonday's glance 
Search this mortal countenance. 

3 Look aloft ! The spirit's risen ; 
Death cannot the soul imprison : 
'Tis in heaven that spirits dwell, 
Glorious, though invisible. 

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VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 



Thither let us turn our view ; 
Peace is there, and comfort too ; 
There shall those we love be found, 
Tracing life's eternal round. 



407. C. M. Dale. 

" WEEP NOT." 

i Dear as thou wast, and justly dear, 
We would not weep for thee ; 
One thought shall check the starting tear, — 
It is — that thou art free. 

2 And thus shall faith's consoling power 

The tears of love restrain ; 
O, who that saw thy parting hour 
Could wish thee here again ? 

3 Gently the passing spirit fled, 

Sustained by grace divine ; 
O, may such grace on us be shed, 
And make our end like thine ! 



408. 10s. M. Montgomery. 



DEATH IN MANHOOD. 



i Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime, 
In full activity of zeal and power : 
A Christian cannot die before his time ; 
The Lord's appointment is the servant's hour. 

2 Go to the grave ; at noon from labor cease ; 
Rest on thy sheaves, thy harvest work is done; 
Come from the heat of battle, and in peace, 
Soldier, go home ; with thee the field is won. 



FUNERAL. 

3 Go to the grave, for there thy Saviour lay, 
In death's embraces, ere he rose on high ; 
And all the ransomed, by that narrow way, 
Pass to eternal life beyond the sky. 

4 Go to the grave, — no, to thy home above; 
Be thy pure spirit present with the Lord, 
Where thou for faith and hope hast perfect 

love, 
And open vision for the written word. 



409. 12 & lis. M. Heber. 

THE RESURRECTION AND THE LIFE. 

i Thou art gone to the grave ; but we will not 
deplore thee, 
Though sorrows and darkness encompass 
the tomb ; 
The Saviour has passed through its portals 
before thee, 
And the lamp of his love is thy guide 
through the gloom. 

2 Thou a*rt gone to the grave : we no longer 
behold thee, 
Nor tread the rough paths of the world by 
thy side ; 
But the wide arms of mercy are spread to 
enfold thee, 
And sinners may hope, since the Sinless 
hath died. 



VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 

3 Thou art gone to the grave ; and. its mansion 

forsaking, 
Perchance thy tried spirit in doubt lingered 

long; 
But the sunshine of heaven beamed bright on 

thy waking, 
And the song that thou heard' st 'W'as the 

seraphim's song. 

4 Thou art gone to the grave ; but we will not 

deplore thee, 
Since God was thy refuge, thy guardian, 

thy guide ; 
He gave thee, He took thee, and He will 

restore thee ; 
And death has no sting, since the Saviour 

hath died. 



410. C. M. Mrs. Hemans. 

DEATH OF THE YOUNG. 

i Calm on the bosom of thy God, 
Fair spirit, rest thee now! 
E'en while with us thy footstep trod, 
His seal was on thy brow. 

2 Dust, to its narrow house beneath ! 

Soul, to its home on high ! 
They that have seen thy look in death 
No more may fear to die. 

3 Lone are the paths, and sad the hours, 

Since thy meek spirit 's gone ; 

But, O, a brighter home than ours, 

In heaven, is now thine own ! 



FUNERAL. 



411. 8 & 7s. M. Briggs' Coll. 

DEATH OF A CHILD. 

i Fare thee well, our fondly cherished ! 
Dear, dear blossom, fare thee well ! 
He who lent thee hath recalled thee, 
Back with Him and His to dwell. 

2 Like a sunbeam through our dwelling 

Shone thy presence, bright and calm ; 
Thou didst add a zest to pleasure ; 
To our sorrows thou wast balm. 

3 Yet while mourning, O our lost one, 

Come no visions of despair ! 
Seated on thy tomb, Faith's angel 
Saith, thou art not, art not there. 

4 Where, then, art thou ? with the Saviour, 

Blest, forever blest, to be ; 
'Mid the sinless little children 

Who have heard his " Come to me." 

5 Passed the shades of death's dark valley, 

Thou art loaning on his breast, 
Where the wicked may not enter, 
And the weary are at rest. 

6 Plead, that in a Father's mercy 

All our sins may be forgiven ; 
Angel ! plead, that thou may'st greet us, 
Ransomed, at the gates of heaven. 



VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 

412. 7 S . M. Anonymous. 

FUNERAL HYMN OF A CHILD. 

i To the Father's love we trust 
That which was enshrined in dust ; 
While we give the earth to earth, 
Finds the soul its heavenly birth. 
Angels wait the angel child, 
Gentle, young, and undefiled. 

2 Said not oft those pleading eyes 
That they longed for purer skies ? 
Did not oft the falling tear 
Speak of roughening billows here ? 
Prayed we not that she might rest 
On her Heavenly Father's breast? 

3 Give the spirit, then, to God, 
And its vesture to the sod ; 

Life, henceforth, shall have a ray 
Kindled ne'er to pass away, 
And a light from angel eyes 
Draw us upward to the skies. 



413. 7 & 6s. M. Anonymous. 

CHILDREN IN HEAVEN. 

i In the broad fields of heaven, — 
In the immortal bowers, 
By life's clear river dwelling, 
Amid undying flowers, — 



CHARITABLE. 

There hosts of beauteous spirits, 
Fair children of the earth, 

Linked in bright bands celestial, 
Sing of their human birth. 

They sing of earth and heaven, - 

Divinest voices rise 
To God, their gracious Father, 

Who called them to the skies : 
They all are there, — in heaven, - 

Safe, safe, and sweetly blest ; 
No cloud of sin can shadow 

Their bright and holy rest. 



414. 8&7s. M. PlERPONT. 

FOR A CHARITABLE OCCASION. 

i Mighty One, whose name is holy, 

Thou wilt save Thy work alive , 
And the spirit of the lowly 

Thou wilt visit and revive. 
What Thy prophets thus have spoken, 

Ages witness as they roll ; 
Bleeding hearts and spirits broken, 

Touched by Thee, O God, are whole. 

2 By Thy pitying spirit guided, 

Jesus sought the sufferer's door; 
Comfort for the poor provided, 

And the mourner's sorrows bore; — 
So Thy mercy's angel, bending, 

Heard a friendless prisoner's call, 
And through night's cold vault descending, 

Loosed from chains Thy servant Paul. 



VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 

Father, as Thy love is endless, 

Working by Thy servants thus, 
The forsaken and the friendless 

Deign to visit, e'en by us ; 
So shall each, with spirit fervent 

Laboring with Thee here below, 
Be declared Thy faithful servant, 

Where there's neither want nor woe. 



415. 6 & 4s. M. Nicoll. 

GOD SAVE THE POOR ! 

i Lord, from Thy blessed throne, 
Sorrow look down upon ! 

God save the Poor ! 
Teach them true liberty, 
Make them from tyrants free, 
Let their homes happy be ! 
God save the Poor ! 

2 The arms of wicked men 

Do Thou with might restrain, — 

God save the Poor ! 
Raise Thou their lowliness, 
Succor Thou their distress, 
Thou whom the meanest bless ! 

God save the Poor ! 

3 Give them stanch honesty, 
Let their pride manly be, 

God save the Poor ! 
Help them to hold the right, 
Give them both truth and might, 
Lord of all life and light ! 

God save the Poor ! 



MISSIONS. 



416. 7 & 6s. M. Heber 

MISSIONARY HYMN. 

i From Greenland's icy mountains, 

From India's coral strand, 
Where Afric's sunny fountains 

Roll down their golden sand ; 
From many an ancient river, 

From many a palmy plain, 
They call us to deliver 

Their land from error's chain. 

2 What though the spicy breezes 

Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle; 
Though every prospect pleases, 

And only man is vile ? 
In vain with lavish kindness 

The gifts of God are strewn ; 
The heathen in his blindness 

Bows down to wood and stone. 

3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted 

By wisdom from on high, 
Shall we to men benighted 

The lamp of life deny '? 
Salvation ! O salvation ! 

The joyful sound proclaim, 
Till earth's remotest nation 

Shall learn Messiah's name. 
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VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 

417. 6 & 4s. M. Anonymous 

" HOW BEAUTIFUL UPON THE MOUNTAINS." 

i Where, for a thousand miles, 
The sweet Ohio smiles, 

On bed of sand ; 
Where prairies blossom broad, 
Fair gardens sown by God, 
And lakes their ocean-flood 

Pour from His hand j 

2 Where sleep in rest profound, 
Beneath each ancient mound, 

A buried race ; 
There, brother, go and teach ; 
From heart to heart shall reach 
Thy free and earnest speech 

Of heavenly grace. 

3 Where the tall forest waves 
Above those mouldering graves, 

God's truth declare ; 
While his first temples spread 
Their arches o'er thy head, 
Lift, o'er the slumbering dead, 

The voice of prayer. 

4 While rolls the living tide, 
Down Alleghany's side, 

Its ceaseless flood ; 
Upon the mountains, there, 
How beautiful appear 
The feet of those who bear 

Tidings of good ! 



MISSIONS. 

5 Thou, whose suns and rains 
Tjpon those mighty plains 

Fall evermore ; 
Send down the dews of peace, 
The sun of righteousness, 
And let Thy light increase 

From shore to shore ! 



418. 8 & 7s. M. A. C. Coxe. 

WESTERN MISSIONS. 

i Westward, Lord, the world alluring, 

Has Thy risen day-star beamed, 
And, the sinking soul assuring, 

O'er the world's wide ocean streamed. 
Westward, still, the midnight breaking, 

Westward, still, its light be poured ! 
Heathen Thy possession making, 

Utmost lands Thy dwelling, Lord ! 

2 Westward, where the waving prairie, 

Dark as slumbering ocean, lies, 
Let thy starlight, Son of Mary, 

O'er the shadowed billows rise ! 
Here be heard, ye herald voices, 

Till the Lord his glory shows, 
And the lonely place rejoices 

With the bloom of Sharon's rose. 

3 Where the wilderness is lying, 

And the trees of ages nod, 
Westward, in the desert crying, 
Make a highway for our God. 



VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 



Westward, till the church be kneeling 

In the forest aisles so dim, 
And the wild- wood's arches pealing 

With the people's holy hymn. 



419. 6 & 4s. M. E. Davis. 

FOR A PEACE MEETING. 

i Not with the flashing steel, 
Not with the cannon's peal, 

Or stir of drum ; 
But in the bonds of love, 
Our white flag floats above ; 
Her emblem is the dove ; — 

? Tis thus we come. 

2 The laws of Christian light, — 
These are our weapons bright, 

Our mighty shield ; 
Christ is our leader high ; 
And the broad plains which lie 
Beneath the blessed sky, 

Our battle-field. 

3 What is that great intent 
On which each heart is bent, 

Our hosts among? 
It is that hate may die, 
That war's red curse may fly, 
And war's high praise for aye 

No more be sung. 



TIME OF "WAR. 

4 On, then, in God's great name ! 
Let each pure spirit's flame 

Burn bright and clear ; 
Stand firmly in your lot, 
Cry ye aloud, doubt not, 
Be every fear forgot ; 

Christ leads us here ! 

5 So shall earth's distant lands, 
In happy, holy bands, 

One brotherhood, 
Together rise and sing, 
Gifts to one altar bring, 
And heaven's Eternal King 

Pronounce it good. 



420. 10 & 6s. M. * 

IN TIME OF WAR. 

i Lord, once our faith in man no fear could 
move; 
Now save it from despair ! 
The trial comes ; strengthen the might of love : 
Father, Thou nearest prayer ! 

2 Thou hearest ; and we hear, above this din, 

Thy blessed word sound clear : 
"I purge this land from slavery and sin; 
The reign of heaven draws near." 

3 O, never falter, ye who strive to bring 

In men the heavenly birth ; 
For still the angel hosts unfaltering sing, 
11 Peace to the weary earth !" 
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VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 

4 O, never falter ! peace must come by pain ; 

Heaven is not found, but won ; 
Hold the dark angel till he moulds again 
The peace he hath undone. 

5 We know not. Lord, what storms and trials 

strong 
Must work our world's new birth; 
But we will toil, with this for working-song, — 
" Peace to the weary earth !" 

6 Peace to the weary, struggling, sin-sick earth ! 

Peace to the heart of man ! 
Storm shall bring calm ; that high reward is 
worth 
All we must bear, or can. 



421. 11 & 10s. M. Longfellow. 

PEACE ON EARTH. 

i Down the dark future, through long genera- 
tions, 
The sounds of war grow fainter and then 
cease ; 
And, like a bell with solemn, sweet vibrations, 
I hear once more the voice of Christ say, 
" Peace!" 

2 Peace ! and no longer, from its brazen portals, 
The blast of war's great organ shakes the 
skies ; 
But beautiful as songs of the immortals, 
The holy melodies of love arise. 



PEACE ON EARTH. 



422. C. M. Anonymous. 

GLORY TO GOD, THROUGH PEACE ON EARTH. 

i " To God be glory ! Peace on earth ! " 
Let us repeat again 
The hymn that hailed the Saviour's birth, — 
" Peace and good will to men !" 

2 Good will to men ! O God, we hail 
This of Thy law the sum ; 
For as this shall o'er earth prevail, 
So shall Thy kingdom come ! 



423. C. M. R. W. Emerson. 

THE HOUSE OUR FATHERS BUILT TO GOD. 

i We love the venerable house 
Our fathers built to God ; 
In heaven are kept their grateful vows, 
Their dust endears the sod. 

2 Here holy thoughts a light have shed 

From many a radiant face, 
And prayers of tender hope have spread 
A perfume through the place. 

3 And anxious hearts have pondered here 

The mystery of life, 
And prayed the Eternal Spirit clear 
Their doubts and aid their strife. 

4 From humble tenements around 

Came up the pensive train, 
And in the church a blessing found, 
Which filled their homes again. 



VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 

6 For faith, and peace, and mighty love, 
That from the Godhead flow, 
Showed them the life of heaven above 
Springs from the life below. 

6 They live with God, their homes are dust; 

But here their children pray, 
And, in this fleeting lifetime, trust 
To find the narrow way. 

7 On him who by the altar stands, 

On him Thy blessing fall ! 
Speak through his lips Thy pure commands, 
Thou Heart, that lovest all ! 



424. C. M. J.Weiss. 

EPIPHANY. 

i A wondrous star our pioneer, 
We left the mystic land 
Where heaven-nurtured childhood slept, 
Where yet old visions stand. 

2 O God ! the land of dreams we left, 

Repose we left for aye, 
And followed meekly to the place 
Where our Redeemer lay. 

3 That humble manger we have found ; 

The world his cradle is ; 
His life is hidden far below 
Its sins and miseries. 

4 The world throws wide its brazen gates ; 

With Thee we enter in ; 
O, grant us, in our humble sphere, 
To free that world from sin. 



MEETING OF MINISTERS. 

5 We have one mind in Christ our Lord 

To stand and point above ; 
To hurl rebuke at social wrong; 
But all, God, in love. 

6 The star is resting in the sky ; 

To worship Christ we came ; 
The moments haste; O, touch ou^ tongues 
With Thy celestial flame ! 

7 The truest worship is a life ; 

All dreaming we resign ; 
We lay our offerings at thy feet, — 
Our lives, O Christ, are thine ! 



425. L. M. * 

THE CHILDREN OF THE CROSS. 

i Thou Lord of Hosts, whose guiding hand 
Hast brought us here, before Thy face, 
Our spirits wait for Thy command, 
Our silent hearts implore Thy peace ! 

2 Those spirits lay their noblest powers, 
As offerings, on Thy holy shrine ; 
Thine was the strength that nourished ours ; 
The children of the cross are Thine. 

3 While watching on our arms, at night, 
We saw Thine angels round us move : 
We heard Thy call, we felt Thy light. 
And followed, trusting to Thy love. 

4 And now, with hymn and prayer we stand, 
To give our strength to Thee, great God ! 
We would redeem Thy holy land, 

That land which sin so long has trod. 



VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 

5 Send us where'er Thou wilt, O Lord, 
Through rugged toil and wearying fight ; 
Thy conquering love shall be our sword, 
And faith in Christ our truest might. 

6 Send down Thy constant aid, we pray; 
Be Thy pure angels with us still ; 
Thy truth, be that our firmest stay ; 
Our only rest, to do Thy will. 



426. C. M. Nicoll. 

THE REFORMERS. 

i An offering at the shrine of power 

Our hands shall never bring ; 
A garland on the car of pomp 

Our hands shall never fling ; 
Applauding in the conqueror's path 

Our voices ne'er shall be ; 
But we have hearts to honor those 

Who bade the world go free ! 

2 Praise to the good, the pure, the great, 

Who made us what we are, — 
Who lit the flame which yet shall glow 

With radiance brighter far ! 
Glory to them in coming time, 

And through eternity, 
Who burst the captive's galling chain, 

And bade the world go free ! 



MARTYRS. 

427. L. M. , Mrs. Hemans. 

earth's nameless martyrs. 

i The kings of old have shrine and tomb 
In many a minster's haughty gloom; 
And green, along the ocean-side, 
The mounds arise where heroes died ; 
But show me on ftiy flowery breast, 
Earth ! where thy nameless martyrs rest! 

2 The thousands that, uncheered by praise, 
Have made one offering of their days ; 
For truth, for heaven, for freedom's sake, 
Resigned the bitter cup to take ; 

And silently, in fearless faith, 

Have bowed their noble souls to death. 

3 O, haply all around lie strewed 
The ashes of that multitude ! 

It may be that each day we tread 
Where thus devoted hearts have bled, 
And the sweet flowers the children sow 
Take root in holy dust below. 

4 What though no stone the record bears 
Of their deep thoughts and lonely prayers, 
May not our inmost hearts be stilled, 
With knowledge of their presence filled, 
And by their lives be taught to prize 
The meekness of self-sacrifice ? 



VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 

428. 6S. M. LUTHEB. 

THE MARTYRS' ASHES. 

i Flung to the heedless winds, 
Or on the waters cast. 
Their ashes shall be watched, 
And gathered at t the last; 
And from that scattered dust, 
Around us and abroad, 
Shall spring a plenteous seed 
Of witnesses for God. 

2 The Father hath received 
Their latest living breath ; 
Yet vain is Satan's boast 
Of victoiy in their death ; 
Still, still, though dead, they speak, 
And, trumpet-tongued, proclaim 
To many a wakening land 
The one prevailing name. 



429. c. M. 



Moravian. 



THE NOBLE ARMY OF MARTYRS. 



i Glory to God ! whose witness-train, 
Those heroes bold in faith, 
Could smile on poverty and pain, 
And triumph even in death. 

2 O, may that faith our hearts sustain, 
Wherein they fearless stood 
When, in the power of cruel men, 
They poured their willing blood. 



AT SEA. 

3 God, whom we serve, our God, can save ; 

Can damp the scorching flame, 
Can build an ark, or smooth the wave, 
For such as love His name. 

4 Yea, should it even to man appear, 

At times, as though the Lord 
Forsook His chosen servants here, 
We yet will trust His word. 

5 Lord ! if Thine arm support us still 

With its eternal strength, 
We shall overcome the mightiest ill, 
And conquerors prove, at length. 



430. S. M. Graham. 

GOD WITH US ON THE DEEP. 

i Heave, mighty ocean, heave ! 

And blow, thou boisterous wind ! 
Onward we swiftly glide, and leave 
Our home and friends behind. 

2 Away, away we steer, 
Upon the ocean's breast; 

And dim the distant heights appear, 
Like clouds along the west. 

3 There is a loneliness 
Upon the mighty deep ; 

And hurried thoughts upon us press, 
As onward still we sweep. 

4 But there is hope and joy, 
Wherever we may be; 

Danger nor death can e'er destroy 
Our trust, O God, in Thee ! 
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VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 

5 Then wherefore should we grieve 
Or what have we to fear ? 

Though home and friends and life we leave, 
Our God is ever near. 

6 Sweep, mighty ocean, sweep ! 
Ye winds, blow foul or fair ! 

Our God is with us on the deep, 
Our home is everywhere. 



431. P. M. Mrs. Southey. 

THE MARINER'S HYMN. 

i Launch thy bark, mariner ! 

Christian, God speed thee ! 
Let loose the rudder bands, 

Good angels lead thee ! 
Set thy sails warily, 

Tempests will come ; 
Steer thy course steadily, 

Christian, steer home ! 

2 Look to the weather bow, 

Breakers are round thee ; 
Let fall thy plummet now, 

Shallows may ground thee. 
Reef in thy foresail there ; 

Hold the helm fast ; 
So, — let the vessel wear,— 

By swept the blast. 



THE HUSBANDMAN. 

3 Slacken no sail yet, at 

Inlet or island ; 
Straight for the beacon steer, — 

Straight for the highland ; 
Crowd all the canvass on, 

Cut through the foam ; — 
Christian ! cast anchor now ; 

Heaven is thy home ! 



432. 8 & 7s. M. 



Sterling. 



THE HUSBANDMAN'S HYMN. 



i Many a power within earth's bosom, 
Noiseless, hidden, works beneath ; 
Hence are seed and leaf and blossom, 
Golden ear and clustered wreath. 

2 Wind and frost, and hour and season, 

Land and water, sun and shade, — 
Work with these, as bids thy reason, 
For they work thy toil to aid. 

3 Sow thy seed and reap in gladness ! 

Man himself is all a seed ; 
Hope and hardship, joy and sadness, 
Slow the plant to ripeness lead. 

433. L. M. Flint. 

REMEMBRANCE OF OUR FATHERS. 

i In pleasant lands have fallen the lines 
That bound our goodly heritage, 
And safe beneath our sheltering vines 
Our youth is blest, and soothed our age. 



VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 

2 What thanks, O God, to Thee are due, 
That Thou didst plant our fathers here, 
And watch and guard them as they grew, 
A vineyard to the planter dear ! 

3 The toils they bore our ease have wrought ; 
They sowed in tears, — in jo}^ we reap; 
The birthright they so dearly bought 

We '11 guard, till we with them shall sleep. 

4 Thy kindness to our fathers shown, 
In weal and woe, through all the past, 
Their grateful sons, O God, shall own, 
While here their name and race shall last. 



434. 8&6s. M. Heber. 

PRAYER FOR OUR COUNTRY. 

i From foes that would our land devour ; 
From guilty pride and lust of power ; 
From wild sedition's lawless hour ; 
From yoke of slavery ; 

2 From blinded zeal, by faction led ; 
From giddy change, by fancy bred ; 
From poisoned error's serpent head; 
Good Lord, preserve us free ! 



435. L. M. Whittier. 

THE DAY OF FREEDOM. 

i O Thou, whose presence went before 
Our fathers in their weary way, 
As with Thy chosen moved of yore 
The fire by night, the cloud by day ! 



SLAVERY. 

2 When, from each temple of the free, 
A nation's song ascends to heaven. 
Most holy Father, unto Thee 

Now let our humble prayer be given. 

3 Sweet peace be here ; and hope and love 
Be round us as a mantle thrown, 

As unto Thee, supreme above, 
The knee of prayer is bowed alone. 

4 And grant, O Father, that the time 
Of earth's deliverance may be near, 
When every land, and tongue, and clime, 
The message of Thy love shall hear; — 

5 When, smitten as with fire from heaven, 
The captive's chain shall sink in dust, 
And to his fettered soul be given 

The glorious freedom of the just. 



436. c. M. * 

AMERICAN SLAVERY. 

i The land our fathers left to us 
Is foul with hateful sin ; 
When shall, O Lord, this sorrow end, 
And hope and joy begin ? 

2 What good, though growing might and wealth 

Shall stretch from shore to shore, 
If thus the fatal poison-taint 
Be only spread the more ? 

3 Wipe out, O God, the nation's sin, 

Then swell the nation's power ; 
But build not high our yearning hopes. 
To wither in an hour ! 

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VARIOTO OCCASIONS. 



No outward show nor fancied strength 
From Thy stern justice saves ; 

There is no liberty for them 

Who make their brethren slaves ! 



437. 7s. M. J. R. Lowell. 

ANTI-SLAVERY HYMN. 

i Men ! whose boast it is that ye 
Come of fathers brave and free, 
If there breathe on earth a slave, 
Are ye truly free and brave? 
If ye do not feel the chain, 
When it works a brother's pain, 
Are ye not base slaves indeed, 
Slaves unworthy to be freed? 

2 Is true freedom but to break 
Fetters for our own dear sake, 
And with leathern hearts forget 
That we owe mankind a debt ? 
No ! true freedom is to share 
All the chains our brothers wear, 
And with heart and hand to be 
Earnest to make others free. 

3 They are slaves, who fear to speak 
For the fallen and the weak ; 

They are slaves, who will not choose 
Hatred, scoffing, and abuse, 
Rather than, in silence, shrink 
From the truth they needs must think ; 
They are slaves, who dare not be 
In the right with two or three. 



SLAVERY. 



4uO. L. M. Caroline Sewall. 

REMEMBER THEM WHO ARE IN BONDS. 

i Lord, when Thine ancient people cried, 
Oppressed and bound by Egypt's king, 
Thou didst Arabia's sea divide, 
And forth Thy fainting Israel bring. 

2 Lo, in these latter days, our land 
Groans with the anguish of the slave : 
Lord God of hosts ! stretch forth Thy hand, 
Not shortened that it cannot save. 

3 Roll back the swelling tide of sin, 
The lust of gain, the lust of power ; 
The day of freedom usher in : 

How long delays the appointed hour ? 

4 As Thou of old to Miriam's hand 
The thrilling timbrel didst restore, 
And to the joyful song her land 
Echoed from desert to the shore ; 

5 O let Thy smitten ones again 
Take up the chorus of the free, — 
Praise ye the Lord ! His power proclaim, 
For He hath conquered gloriously ! 



VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 

439. 8, 7, & 4s. M. * Montgomery 

SLAVERY. 

i Ages, ages have departed, 

Since the first dark vessel bore 
Afric's children, broken-hearted, 
To this far-off western shore ; 

She, like Rachel, 
Weeping, for they were no more. 

2 Millions, millions have been slaughtered 
In the fight and on the deep ; 
Millions, millions more have watered, 
With such tears as captives weep, 

Fields of labor 
Where their wasted bodies sleep. 

s Mercy, mercy, vainly pleading, 

Rends her garments, smites her breast. 
Till a voice from heaven proceeding 
Gladden all the waiting west : 
" Gome, ye weary ! 
Come, and I will give you rest ! " 

4 Tidings, tidings of salvation ! 
Brothers, rise with one accord, 
Purge the plague-spot from our nation, 
Till, unto their rights restored, 

Slaves no longer, 
All are freemen in the Lord ! 



MERCY. 

440. P. M. * Montgomery, 

WATCH FOR THE MORNING. 

i Climb we the mountain afar, 
In the still hour of even ; 
Led by yon beautiful star, 
First of the (laughters of heaven : 
Darkness yet covers the face of the deep ; 

Spirit of freedom ! go forth in thy might, 
Break the slave's bondage like infancy's sleep, 
The moment when God shall say, Let there 
be light ! 

2 Gaze we meanwhile for the day, 
Praying in thought while we gaze ; 
Watch for the morning's first ray ; 
Prayer then be turned into praise ! 
Shout to the valleys, Behold ye the morn, 

Long, long desired, but denied to our sight ; 
Lo, myriads of slaves into men are new-born ; 
The word was omnipotent, and there is 
light ! 



441. L. M. *Whittier. 

MERCY AND NOT SACRIFICE. 

i O Thou, at whose rebuke, the grave 
Back to warm life the sleeper gave, 
Who, waking, saw with joy, above, 
A brother's face of tenderest love; — 

2 Thou, unto whom the blind and lame, 
The sorrowing, and the sin-sick came ; 
The burden of thy holy faith 
Was love and life, not hate and death. 



VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 

3 O, once again thy healing lay- 
On the blind eyes which know thee not, 
And let the light of thy pure day 
Shine in upon the darkened thought ! 

4 O, touch the hearts of men, and show 
The power which in forbearance lies ; 
And let them feel that Mercy now 

Is better than old Sacrifice ! 



442. L. M. * Mrs. Livermore. 

REDEEMING POWER OF LOVE. 

i What precept, Jesus, is like thine, — 
Forgive, as ye would be forgiven ! 
In this we see the power divine, 
Which shall transform our earth to heaven. 

2 O, not the harsh and scornful word 
The victory over sin can gain, 
Not the dark prison, or the sword, 
The shackle, or the weary chain. 

3 But from our spirits there must flow 
A love that will the wrong outweigh; 
Our lips must only blessings know, 
And wrath and sin shall die away. 

4 'Twas heaven that formed the holy plan 
To win the wanderer back by love ; 
Thus let us save our brother, man, 
And imitate our God above. 



EX. MISCELLANEOUS. 



443. C. M. Keble. 

TEACHING LITTLE CHILDREN. 

i O, say not, think not, heavenly notes 
To childish ears are vain, — 
That the young mind at random floats. 
And cannot reach the strain. 

2 Was not our Lord a little child, 

Taught by degrees to pray, 
By father dear and mother mild 
Instructed day by day ? 

3 And loved he not of heaven to talk 

With children in his sight, 
To meet them in his daily walk, 
And to his arms invite ? 

4 And though some tones be weak and low, 

What are all prayers beneath. 
But cries of babes, that cannot know 
Half the deep thought they breathe ? 

6 In his own words we Christ adore ; 
But angels, as we speak, 
Higher above our meaning soar 
Than we o'er children weak. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 



And yet his words mean more than they, 
And yet he owns their praise ; 

O, think not that he turns away 
From infants' simple lays ! 



444. C. M. Heber. 

THE HOLY CHILD. 

i By cool Siloam's shady rill 
How sweet the lily grows ! 
How sweet the breath, beneath the hill, 
Of Sharon's dewy rose ! 

2 Lo, such the child whose early feet 

The paths of peace have trod ; 
Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, 
Is upward drawn to God ! 

3 O Thou who giv'st us life and breath, 

We seek Thy grace alone, 
In childhood, manhood, age, and death, 
To keep us still Thine own ! 



445. C. M. Flint's Coll. 



SUFFER LITTLE CHILDREN TO COME UNTO ME. 

i See Israel's gentle Shepherd stand 
With all-engaging charms ! 
Hark, how he calls the tender lambs. 
And folds them in his arms ! 

2 "Suffer the little ones," he says, 
" Forbid them not to come ; 
Of such is heaven ; and souls like these 
Shall find in heaven their home." 



MISCELLANEOUS. 



We bring them, Lord, with thankful hands, 

And yield them up to Thee ; 
Joyful that we ourselves are Thine, 

Thine let our offspring be ! 



446. C. M. Briggs' Coll. 

REMEMBER THY CREATOR IN THE DAYS OF THY YOUTH. 

i Ye joyous ones ! upon whose brow 

The light of youth is shed, 
O'er whose glad path life's early flowers 

In glowing beauty spread ; 
Forget not Him whose love hath poured 

Around that golden light, 
And tinged those opening buds of hope 

With hues so softly bright. 

2 Thou tempted one ! just entering 

Upon enchanted ground, 
Ten thousand snares are spread for thee, 

Ten thousand foes surround : 
A dark and a deceitful band, 

Upon thy path they lower ; 
Trust not thine own unaided strength 

To save thee from their power. 

3 Thou whose yet bright and joyous eye 

May soon be dimmed with tears, 
To whom the hours of bitterness 

Must come in coming years ; 
Teach early thy confiding eye 

To pierce the cloudy screen, 
To look above the storms of life, 

Eternally serene. 
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MISCELLANEOUS. 



447. L. M. L. E. Landon. 



FEED MY LAMBS ! 



i While yet the youthful spirit bears 
The image of its God within, 
And uneffaced that beauty wears, 
Which may too soon be stained by sin ; 

2 Then is the time for faith and love 

To take in charge their precious care, — 
Teach the young heart to look above, 
Teach the young lips to speak in prayer. 

3 The world will come with care and crime, 
And tempt too oft that heart astray ; 

Still the seed sown in early time 
Shall not be wholly cast away. 

4 The infant prayer, the infant hymn, 
Within the darkened soul will rise, 
When age's weary eye is dim, 

And the grave's shadow round us lies. 

5 The infant hymn is heard again, 

The infant prayer is breathed once more ; 
Reclasping thus the broken chain, 
We turn to all we loved before. 



448. L. M. Anonymous. 



A CHILD S PRAYER. 



i Great God ! and wilt Thou condescend 
To be my Father and my Friend? 
I but a child, — and Thou so high, 
The Lord of earth and air and sky ! 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

2 Art Thou my Father? — Let me be 
A meek, obedient child to Thee ; 

And try, in word and deed and thought, 
To serve and please Thee as I ought. 

3 Art Thou my Father? — I'll depend 
Upon the care of such a friend; 
And only wish to do and be 
Whatever seemeth good to Thee. 

4 Art Thou my Father? — Then, at last, 
When all my days on earth are past, 
Send down, and take me, in Thy love, 
To be Thy better child above. 



44a. C. M. Mrs. Barbauld. 

THE CHRISTIAN PILGRIM. 

i Our country is Immanuers ground; 
We seek that promised soil ; 
The songs of Zion cheer our hearts, 
While strangers here we toil. 

2 Oft do our eyes with joy overflow, 

And oft are bathed in tears ; 
But only heaven our hopes can raise, 
And sin alone, our fears. 

3 We tread the path our Master trod ; 

"W e bear the cross he bore ; 
And every thorn that wounds our feet 
His temples pierced before. 

4 The flowers that spring along the road 

We scarcely stoop to pluck ; 

We walk o'er beds of shining ore, 

Nor waste one wishful look. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 



5 We purge our mortal dross away, 
Refining as we run ; 
And while we die to earth and sense, 
Our heaven is here begun. 



450. C. M. Briggs' Coll. 

THE SPIRITUAL WORLD. 

i There is a world we have not seen, 
That time can ne'er destroy, 
Where mortal footstep hath not been, 
Nor ear hath heard its joy. 

2 There is a world, — and O how blest ! 

Fairer than prophets told ; 

And never did an angel guest 

One half its peace unfold. 

3 And this pure world is ever bright 

With radiance all its own ; 
The streams of uncreated light 
Flow round it from the throne. 

4 Look not abroad with roving mind 

To seek that fair abode ; 
It comes, where'er the lowly find 
The perfect peace of God. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 



451. C. M. Croswell. 

HYMN FOR CHRISTMAS. 

i Now gird your patient loins again., 

Your wasting torches trim ! 
The chief of all the sons of men, 

Shall we not welcome him ? 
Fill all his courts with sacred songs, 

And from the temple wall 
Wave garlands o'er the joyful throngs 

That crowd his festival ! 

2 And still more freshly in the mind 

Store up the hopes sublime 
Which then were born for all mankind, 

So blessed was the time ; 
And, underneath these hallowed eaves, 

A Saviour will be born 
In every heart that him receives, 

On his triumphal morn. 



452. 7s. M. Grant. 

THE GARDEN OP GETHSEMANE. 

i Jesus, while he dwelt below, 
As divine historians say, 
To a place would often go, 

Near to Kedron's brook that lay: 
In this place he loved to be, 
And 'twas named Gethsemane. 
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MISCELLANEOUS. 

2 'Twas a garden, as we read, 

At the foot of Olivet, 
Low and proper to be made 

The Redeemer's lone retreat : 
When from noise he would be free, 
Then he sought Gethsemane. 

3 Thither, by their Master brought, 

His disciples likewise came ; 
There the heavenly truths he taught 

Often set their hearts on flame : 
Therefore they, as well as he, 
Visited Gethsemane. 

4 Oft conversing here they sat ; 

Or might join with Christ in prayer ; 
O, what blest devotion that, 

When the Lord himself is there ! 
All things there did so agree 
To endear Gethsemane. 

5 Full of love to man's lost race, 

On the conflict much he thought ; 
This he knew the destined place, 

And he loved the sacred spot : 
Therefore Jesus chose to be 
Often in Gethsemane. 



453. C. M. C. Wesley. 

THE COMMUNION OF SAINTS. 

i The saints on earth and those above 
But one communion make ; 
Joined to their Lord in bonds of love, 
All of His grace partake. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

2 One family, we dwell in Him ; 

One church above, beneath ; 
Though now divided by the stream, 
The narrow stream of death. 

3 One army of the living God, 

To His command we bow ; 
Part of the host have crossed the flood. 
And part are crossing now. 

4 O God, be Thou our constant guide ! 

Then, when the word is given, 
Bid Thou death's flood its waves divide. 
And land us safe in heaven. 



454. C. M. Watts. 

LAW AND LOVE. 

i Not to the terrors of the Lord, 
The tempest, fire, and smoke ; 
Not to the thunder of that word 
Which God on Sinai spoke ; — 

2 But we are come to Zion's hill, 

The city of our God, 
Where milder words declare His will, 
And spread His love abroad. 

3 Behold the great, the glorious host 

Of angels, clothed in light ! 
Behold the spirits of the just, 
Whose faith is turned to sight ! 

4 In such society as this, 

My weary soul would rest ; 
For he who dwells where Jesus is 
Must be forever blest. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 



455. P. m. 



J. H. Perkins. 



PRAYER AND LABOR. 



i By earth hemmed in, by earth oppressed, 
'Tis hard to labor, — hard to pray; 
And of the week, for prayer and rest, 
We 've but one Sabbath day. 

2 But purer spirits walk above, 
Who worship alway ; who are blest 
With an upspringing might of love 

That makes all labor, rest. 

3 Father, while here, we would arise 
In spirit to that realm ; and there 
Be every act a sacrifice, 

And every thought a prayer ! 



456. 7 & 6s. M. Anonymous. 

STRENGTH FROM STRUGGLE. 

i Grows dark thy path before thee ? 
Press on ! still undismayed ; 
Heaven shines resplendent o'er thee, 
Though earth be wrapped in shade. 

2 And God, thy trust, hath given, 

With word from swerving free, 
The angels of high heaven 
A charge concerning thee. 

3 Then though thy feet may falter 

Even at early morn, 
And from hope's burning altar 
The light may be withdrawn, — 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

Yet from thy self-prostration 
Thou shalt awake in power ; 

From tears and lamentation. 
To conquest every hour. 

Strong in thy perfect weakness, 
Thy strength shall never fail ; 

Mighty in holy meekness, 
Thine arm shall still prevail. 



457. C. M. German. 

THE HEAVENLY GUIDE. 

i When thirst for power or for gold 
Hath led our souls astray ; 
When, blind, by blinder guides we ? re told, 
" Lo, here thou It find the way ;" 

2 Look down, O Father, from above ; 

Set us from error free ; 
Teach us to serve Thee here in love, 
And find our home in Thee. 

3 When faith Thy guidance humbly takes, 

And seeks Thy will to do, 
Clear light upon our pathway breaks, 
The world to guide us through. 

4 Thy spirit send, our souls to keep ; 

Thy wisdom make our own ; 
And though our way leads through the deep, 
We wander not alone. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

458. 7 & 6s. M. Anonymous. 

LIGHT FOR ALL. 

i The light pours down from heaven, 
And enters where it may ; 
The eyes of all earth's children 
Are cheered with one bright day. 

2 So let the mind's true sunshine 

Be spead o'er earth as free, 
And fill men's waiting spirits, 
As the waters fill the sea. 

3 The soul can shed a glory 

On every work well done ; 
As even things most lowly 
Are radiant in the sun. 

4 Then let each human spirit 

Enjoy the vision bright ; 
The truth which comes from heaven 
Shall spread like heaven's own light; 

5 Till earth becomes God's temple ; 

And every human heart 
Shall join in one great service, 
Each happy in his part. 



459. C. M. J. Weiss, 

FOR A SUMMER FESTIVAL. 

i Beneath Thy trees to-day we met, 
Amid Thy summer flowers ; 
And every heart is blessing yet 
These happy, fleeting hours. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

2 But creeping shades to vespers call, 

And timely lore impart, 
To make our latest shadows fall 
From sunshine in the heart. 

3 Yes, even so ; the summer leaf, 

The summer flowers, declare 
Their childlike, chastening belief, 
That Thou dost make them fair. 

4 O, let us cherish nature's creed, 

And live and bloom to Thee ; 
For only childlike hearts, we read, 
Can grace eternity. 



460. P. M. Anonymous 

MORNING HYMN. 

i Our Father ! we thank Thee for sleep, 

For quiet and peaceable rest ; 

We bless the kind care that doth keep 

Thy children from being distressed : 

O, how in their weakness shall children repay 

Thy fatherly kindness, by night and by day ? 

2 Our voices shall utter Thy praise, 
Our hearts shall o'erflow with Thy love; 
O, teach us to walk in Thy ways, 
And lift us earth's trials above ! 

The heart's true affection is all we can give ; 

In love's pure devotion, O, help us to live ! 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

3 So long as Thou seest it right 

That here upon earth we should stay, 

We pray Thee to guard us by night. 

And help us to serve Thee by day ; 

And when all the days of this life shall be o'er, 

Receive us in heaven, to serve Thee the more. 



461. L. M. Goethe. 



EVEN-TIDE. 



i O'er silent field and lonely lawn 
Her dusky mantle night hath drawn ; 
At twilight's holy, heartfelt hour, 
In man his better soul hath power. 

2 The passions are at peace within, 
And stilled each stormy thought of sin ; 
The yielding bosom, overawed, 
Breathes love to man, and love to God. 



462. L. M. Edmeston 

SABBATH EVENING. 

i Sweet is the light of Sabbath eve, 
And soft the sunbeam lingering there ; 
Those sacred hours this low earth leave, 
Wafted on wings of praise and prayer. 

2 The time, how lovely and how still ! 
Peace shines and smiles on all below ; 
The plain, the stream, the wood, the hill, 
All fair with evening's setting glow ! 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

3 Season of rest ! the tranquil soul 

Feels thy sweet calm, and melts in love ; 
And while these sacred moments roll, 
Faith sees a smiling heaven above. 

4 Thou God of mercy, swift to hear. 
More swift than man to tell his need ; 
E(e Thou to us, this evening, near, 
And to Thy fount our spirits lead ! 



463. S. M. Briggs' Coll. 

SEASONS FOR PRAYER. 

i Come at the morning hour, 

Come, let us kneel and pray ; 
Prayer is the Christian pilgrim's staff 
To walk with God all day. 

2 At noon, beneath the Rock 
Of Ages, rest and pray ; 

Sweet is that shelter from the sun 
In the weary heat of day. 

3 At evening, in thy home, 
Around its altar, pray ; 

And finding there the house of God, 
With heaven then close the day. 

4 When midnight veils our eyes, 
O, it is sweet to say, 

I .sleep, but my heart waketh, Lord, 
With Thee to watch and pray. 
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MISCELLANEOUS. 



464. lis. M. Mrs. Osgood. 

GLAD WORSHIP. 

i Approach not the altar with gloom in thy soul. 
Nor let thy feet falter from terror's control ; 
God loves not the sadness of fear and mistrust ; 
O, serve Him with gladness, — the Loving 
and Just ! 

2 His bounty is tender, His being is love ; 

His smile fills with splendor the blue arch 

above ; 
Confiding, believing, O, enter always 
His courts with thanksgiving, His portals 

with praise ! 

3 Come not to His temple with pride in thy 

mien, 
But lowly and simple, in courage serene ; 
Bring meekly before Him the faith of a child, 
Bow down and adore Him with heart unde- 

filed! 



465. 7s. M. 



Montgomery. 



PRAISE YE THE LORD. 



i Heralds of creation ! cry, — 
Praise the Lord, the Lord most high ! 
Heaven and earth ! obey the call ; 
Praise the Lord, the Lord of all. 

2 For He spake, and forth from night 
Sprang the universe to light ; 
He commanded, — nature heard, 
And stood fast upon His word. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

3 Praise Him, all ye hosts above ; 
Spirits perfected in love ! 

Sun and moon ! your voices raise ; 
Sing, ye stars ! your Maker's praise. 

4 Earth ! from all thy depths below, 
Ocean's hallelujahs flow; 
Lightning, vapor, wind, and storm, 
Hail and snow ! His will perform. 

5 Birds ! on wings of rapture soar, 
Warble at His temple's door ; 
Joyful sounds from herds and flocks. 
Echo back, ye caves and rocks ! 

6 High above all height His throne ; 
Excellent His name alone ; 

Him let all His works confess ! 
Him let all His children bless ! 



466. 8 & 7s. M. Anonymous. 

11 THE LORD IS IN HIS HOLY TEMPLE." 

i God is in His holy temple : 

Thoughts of earth, be silent now, 
While with reverence we assemble, 

And before His presence bow. 
He is with us now and ever, 

When we call upon His name, 
Aiding every good endeavor, 

Guiding every upward aim. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

God is in His holy temple; — 

In the pure and holy mind ; 
In the reverent heart and simple ; 

In the soul from sense refined : 
Then let every low emotion 

Banished far and silent be ! 
And our souls, in pure devotion, 

Lord, be temples worthy Thee ! 



467. 10s. M. Dr. Johnson. 



GOD. 



i O Thou whose power o'er moving worlds 

presides, 
Whose voice created, and whose wisdom 

guides ! 
On darkling man in pure effulgence shine, 
And cheer the clouded mind with light divine ! 

2 'Tis Thine alone to calm the pious breast 
With silent confidence and holy rest ; 
From Thee, great God ! we spring, to Thee 

we tend, 
Path, Motive, Guide, Original, and End ! 



468. 7s. M. Episcopal Coll. 



THANKSGIVING HYMN. 



i Praise to God, immortal praise, 
For the love that crowns our days ! 
Bounteous Source of every joy, 
Let Thy praise our tongues employ ! 
All to Thee, our God, we owe, 
Source whence all our blessings flow ! 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

All the blessings of the fields. 
All the stores the garden yields. 
Flocks that whiten all the plain. 
Yellow sheaves of ripened grain ; — 
Lord, for these our souls shall raise 
Grateful vows and solemn praise ! 

All that spring with bounteous hand 
Scatters o'er the smiling land, 
All the plenty summer pours, 
Autumn's rich, o'erflowing stores ; — 
Lord, for these our souls shall raise 
Grateful vows and solemn praise ! 

Peace, prosperity, and health, 
Private bliss and public wealth, 
Knowledge, with its gladdening streams, 
Pure religion's holier beams ; — 
Lord, for these our souls shall raise 
Grateful vows and solemn praise ! 



469. 7s. M. 



Merrick. 



THE HEAVENLY SHEPHERD. 

i Lo, my Shepherd's hand divine ! 
Want shall never more be mine. 
In a pasture fair and large 
He shall feed His happy charge, 
And my couch with tenderest care 
'Midst the springing grass prepare 
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MISCELLANEOUS. 

2 When I faint with summer's heat, 
He shall lead my weary feet 

To the streams that, still and slow, 
Through the verdant meadow flow : 
When through devious paths I stray, 
He shall teach the better way 

3 Though the dreary vale I tread, 
By the shades of death o'er spread, 
I shall walk from terror free, 
While each needed strength I see 
By Thy rod and staff supplied ; 
This my guard, and that my guide. 

4 Thou my plenteous board hast spread ; 
Thou with oil refreshed my head ; 
Filled by Thee, my cup overflows; 
For Thy love no limit knows ; 

And unto my latest end 

Thou my footsteps shalt attend. 



470. O. M. Episcopal Co V, 

CALM TRUST. 

i Father, whate'er of earthly bliss 
Thy sovereign will denies, 
Accepted at Thy throne, let this, 
My humble prayer, arise : — 

2 Give me a calm and thankful heart, 
From every murmur free ; 
The blessings of Thy grace impart, 
And make me live to Thee ; — 



MISCELLANEOUS. 



Let the sweet hope that Thou art mine 

My life and death attend. 
Thy presence through my journey shine, 

And bless my journey's end. 



471. L. M. * Browne. 

THE ONE GOD. 

i Eternal God ! Almighty Cause 
Of earth, and seas, and worlds unknown ! 
All things are subject to Thy laws ; 
All things depend on Thee alone. 

2 Thy glorious being singly stands, 
Of all within itself possessed ; 

By none controlled in Thy commands, 
And in Thyself completely blessed. 

3 Worship to Thee alone belongs, 
Worship to Thee alone we give ; 

Thine be our hearts, and Thine our songs, 
And to Thy glory may we live. 

4 O, spread Thy truth through every land, 
In every heart Thy love be known ; 
Subdue the world to Thy command, 
And, as Thou art, reign God alone. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

472. C. M. Sternhold. 

" HE BOWED THE HEAVENS AND CAME DOWN." 

i The Lord descended from above, 

And bowed the heavens most high, 
And underneath His feet He cast 
The darkness of the sky. 

2 On cherubim and seraphim 

Full royally He rode, 
And on the wings of mighty winds 
Came flying all abroad. 

3 He sat serene upon the floods, 

Their fury to restrain ; 
And He as sovereign Lord and King 
For evermore shall reign. 



473. L. M. J. Richardson. 



ONE IN CHRIST. 



i From Zion's holy hill there rose 
A fount divine, that ever flows ; 
Heaven's smile is on its waters shed, 
By heaven's own dews the fount is fed. 

2 That stream of Truth — a silver thread, 
Scarce known, save by its fountain-head — 
Now onward pours, a mighty flood, 

And fills the new-formed world with good. 

3 Where'er that living fountain flows, 
New life its healing wave bestows, 
And man, from sin's corruptions free, 
Inspires with its own purity. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

4 A spirit, breathed from Zion's hill, 

In holy hearts is living still, — 
That Comforter from heaven above, 
The presence of celestial love. 

5 O, may this spirit ever be 
Our bond of peace and unity ! 

Thus shall we teach, as Christ began, 
Through love, the brotherhood of man. 



474. CM. *PlERPONT. 

THE HYMN OF THE LAST SUPPER. 

i The winds are hushed; the peaceful moon 
Looks down on Zion's hill; 
The city sleeps ; *t is night's calm noon, 
And all the streets are still. 

2 How soft, how holy, is the light ! 

And hark ! a sweet, low song, 
As gently as these dews of night, 
Floats on the air along. 

3 Affection's wish, devotion's prayer, 

Are in that holy strain ; 
And hope and love and trust are there. 
And triumph, won through pain. 

4 ; Tis Jesus and his faithful few 

That soul-deep hymn who pour ; — 
O Christ ! may we the song renew, 
And learn to love thee more. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 



475. C. M. Moore. 



CONSOLATION. 



i O Thou who driest the mourner's tear, 
How dark this world would be, 
If, when deceived and wounded here, 
We could not fly to Thee ! 

2 But Thou wilt heal the broken heart, 

Which, like the plants that throw 
Their fragrance from the wounded part, 
Breathes sweetness out of woe. 

3 When joy no longer soothes or cheers, 

And e'en the hope that threw 

A moment's sparkle o'er our tears 

Is dimmed and vanished too ; 

4 O, who would bear life's stormy doom, 

Did not Thy wing of love 
Come, brightly wafting through the gloom 
Our peace-branch from above ? 

5 Then sorrow, touched by Thee, grows bright, 

With more than rapture's ray; 
The darkness shows us worlds of light 
We never saw by day. 



476. c. M. Keble. 



THE ELDER SCRIPTURE. 



There is a book, who runs may read, 
Which heavenly truth imparts ; 

And all the lore its scholars need, 
Pure eyes and loving hearts. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

2 The works of God, above, below, 

Within us, and around, 
Are pages in that book, to show 
How God himself is found. 

3 The glorious sky, embracing all, 

Is like the Father's love ; 
Wherewith encompassed, great and small 
In peace and order move. 

4 The dew of heaven is like His grace ; 

It steals in silence down; 
But where it lights, the favored place 
By richest fruits is known. 

5 Two worlds are ours; 'tis only sin 

Forbids us to descry 
The mystic heaven and earth within, 
Plain as the earth and sky. 

6 Thou, who hast given me eyes to see 

And love this sight so fair, 
Give me a heart to find out Thee, 
And read Thee everywhere ! 



477. 10s. M. 



Sterling. 



i O Thou, the primal fount of life and peace, 
Who shedd'st Thy breathing quiet all around, 
In me command that pain and conflict cease, 
And tune to music every jarring sound. , 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

2 Make Thou in me, O God, through shame 

and pain, 
A heart attuned to Thy celestial calm ; 
Let not the spirit's pangs be roused in vain, 
But heal the wounded breast with soothing 

balm! 

3 So, firm in steadfast hope, in thought secure, 
In full accord with all Thy works of joy, 
May I be nerved to labors high and pure, 
And Thou Thy child to do Thy work employ. 

4 In One who walked on earth, a man of woe, 
Was holier peace than even this hour inspires; 
From him to me let inward quiet flow, 
And give the might my failing will requires. 

5 So this great universe, — so he, and Thou, 
The central source and wondrous bound of 

things, 
May fill my heart with rest as deep as now 
To land and sea and air Thy presence brings. 



478. P. M. Mrs. Hemans. 

THE PILGRIM FATHERS. 

i The breaking waves dashed high 

On a stern and rock-bound coast, 
And the woods against a stormy sky 

Their giant branches tossed, 
And the heavy night hung dark, 

The hills and waters o'er, 
When a band of exiles moored their bark 

On the wild New England shore. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

2 Not as the conqueror comes, 

They, the true-hearted, came ; 
Not with the roll of the stirring drums, 

And the trumpet that sings of fame. 
Not as the flying come, 

In silence and in fear ; 
They shook the depths of the desert's gloom 

With their hymns of lofty cheer. 

3 Amidst the storm they sang ; 

And the stars heard, and the sea ! 
And the sounding aisles of the dim woods 
rang 

To the anthem of the free. 
The ocean eagle soared 

From his nest by the white wave's foam, 
And the rocking pines of the forest roared, — 

This was their welcome home ! 

4 What sought they thus afar ? 

Bright jewels of the mine ? 
The wealth of seas, the spoils of war ? 

They sought a faith's pure shrine ! 
Ay, call it holy ground, 

The soil where first they trod ! 
They have left unstained, what there they 
found : 
Freedom to worship God. 
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MISCELLANEOUS. 

479. L. P. M. E. B. Barrett. 

HE GIVETH HIS BELOVED SLEEP. 
Psalm cxxvii. 2. 

i Of all the thoughts of God, that are 
Borne in upon our souls afar 

Along the Psalmist's music deep, 
O, tell me if there any is, 
For gift or grace, surpassing this, — 
" He giveth His beloved sleep." 

2 O earth, so full of dreary noises ! 

O men, with wailing in your voices ! 

O delved gold, the wailers' heap ! 
O strife, O curse, that o'er it fall ! 
God makes a silence through you all, — 

He giveth His beloved sleep. 

3 His dews drop mutely on the hill, 
His cloud above it saileth still, 

Though on its slope men toil and reap ; 
More softly than the dew is shed, 
Or cloud is floated overhead, 

He giveth His beloved sleep. 



SUPPLEMENT 



480. 6 & 4s. M. Anonymous. 



INVOCATION. 



Come, Thou almighty King ! 
Help us Thy name to sing, 

Help us to praise ! 
Father all-glorious, 
O'er all victorious, 
Come and reign over us, 

Ancient of Days ! 

Come, Thou eternal Word, 
By heaven and earth adored, 

Our prayer attend ! 
Come and this people bless ; 
Give to Thy truth success ; 
Spirit of Holiness, 

On us descend ! 

Come, holy Comforter, 
Thy sacred witness bear 

In this glad hour ! 
Thou who almighty art, 
Rule now in every heart, 
Never from us depart, 

Spirit of Power ! 



SUPPLEMENT. 



481. C. M. Orig. Hymns 



THE HOUR OF PRAYER. 



i Earth's busy sounds and ceaseless din 
Wake not this morning air ! 
A holy calm should welcome in 
This solemn hour of prayer. 

2 Now peace, be still, unhallowed care, 

And hushed within the breast ! 
A holy joy should welcome there 
This happy day of rest. 

3 Each better thought the spirit knows, 

This hour, the spirit fill ! 
And Thou, from whom its being flows, 
0, teach it all Thy will ! 

4 Then shall this day, which God hath blest, 

Hallow life's every hour, 
And bear us to our better rest, 
Eternal, perfect, sure. 



482. C. M. Alford. 



SINCERE WORSHIP. 



i O Thou, who hast Thy servants taught 
That not by words alone, 
But by the fruits of holiness, 
The life of God is shown ; 

2 While in Thy house of prayer we meet, 
And call Thee God and Lord, 
Give us a heart to follow Thee, 
Obedient to Thy word ! 



FUBLIC WORSHIP. 

3 When we our voices lift in praise, 

Give Thou us grace to bring 
An offering of unfeigned thanks, 
And with the spirit sing. 

4 And in the dangerous path of life 

Uphold us as we go ; 
That with our lips and in our lives 
Thy glory we may show. 



483. 8 & 7s. M. Anonymous. 

COME, HOLY SPIRIT ! 

i Holy Spirit, source of gladness, 

Shine amid the clouds of night ; 
O'er our weariness and sadness 

Breathe Thy life, and shed Thy light ! 
Send us Thine illumination, 

Banish all our fears at length, 
Rest upon this congregation, 

Spirit of unfailing Strength ! 

2 Let that love, which knows no measure, 
Now in quickening showers descend. 
Bringing us the richest treasure 

Man can wish or God can send; 
Hear our earnest supplication, 

Every struggling heart release. 
Rest upon this congregation, 
Spirit of eternal Peace ! 
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SUPPLEMENT. 



484. L. M. Mrs. Gilman 



THE DAY OF REST. 



i We bless Thee for this sacred day, 

Thou who hast every blessing given, 
Which sends the dreams of earth away, 
And yields a glimpse of opening heaven. 

2 Rich day of holy, thoughtful rest, 

We would improve the calm repose ; 
And, in God's service truly blest, 
Forget the world, its joys and woes. 

3 Lord ! may Thy truth, upon the heart, 

Now fall and dwell as heavenly dew, 
And flowers of grace in freshness start 
Where once the weeds of error grew. 

4 May prayer now lift her sacred wings, 

Contented with that aim alone 
Which bears her to the King of kings, 
And rests her at his sheltering throne. 



485. 10 & 6s. M. Anonymous. 

THE SABBATH. 

i Thou givest Thy Sabbath, Lord ; the din is 
stilled 
Of man's unquiet care; 
A sacred calm, with Thy deep presence filled, 
Breathes through the silent air. 



PUBLIC WORSHIP. 

2 O leave us not. through long and darkened 

hours, 
In night of woe and sin, 
But shed Thy Sabbath with its radiant 
powers 
Upon the world within. 

3 Purge from our hearts the stains so deep and 

foul, 
Of wrath and pride and care ; 
Send Thine own holy calm upon the soul, 
And bid it settle there. 

4 Banish this craving self that still has sought 

Lord of the soul to be ; 
Teach us to turn to fellow-men our thought ; 
Teach us to turn to Thee ! 

5 Teach us to love Thy creatures great and 

small, 
To live as in Thine eye ; 
Thou who hast freely given Thy love to 

all; — 
Thou who to all art nigh ! 



486. L. M. 



Alford. 



THE SEED OF THE WORD. 



i O Thou, at whose divine command 
Good seed is sown in every land, 
Thy holy spirit now impart, 
And for Thy word prepare each heart ! 



SUPPLEMENT. 

2 Not 'mid the thorns of worldly thought, 
Nor soon by passing plunderers caught, 
Nor lacking depth the root to feed, 
May we receive Thy spirit's seed ; 

3 But may it, where Thy sowers toil, 
Fall in a good and honest soil ; 
And springing up from firmest root, 
Through patience, bear abundant fruit. 



487, L. M. E. H. Chapin. 

THE GATE OF HEAVEN. 

i Our Father God ! not face to face 
May mortal sense commune with Thee, 
Nor lift the curtains of that place 
Where dwells Thy secret Majesty. 
Yet whereso'er our spirits bend 
In rev' rent faith and humble prayer, 
Thy promised blessing will descend, 
And we shall find Thy spirit there. 

2 Lord ! be the spot where now we meet 
An open gateway into heaven ; 

Here may we sit at Jesus' feet, 
And feel our deepest sins forgiven. 
Here may desponding care look up ; 
And sorrow lay its burden down, 
Or learn, of him, to drink the cup, 
To bear the cross, and win the crown. 

3 Here may the sick and wandering soul 
To truth still blind, to sin a slave, 
Find better than Bethesda's pool, 

Or than Siloam's healing wave. 



PUBLIC WORSHIP. 



And may we learn, while here apart 
From the world's passion and its strife, 
That Thy true shrine 's a loving heart. 
And Thy best praise a holy life ! 



488. p. M. 



Anonymous. 



O FATHER ! HEAR. 



i Hear. Father, hear our prayer! 
Thou who art pity where sorrow prevaileth, 
Thou who art safety when mortal help faileth, 
Strength to the feeble and hope to despair. 
Hear. Father, hear our prayer ! 

2 Hear. Father, hear our prayer ! 
Wandering alone in the land of the stranger. 
Be with all travellers in sickness or danger, 
Guard Thou their path, guide their feet from 

the snare : 
Hear. Father, hear our prayer ! 

3 Hear Thou the poor that cry ! 

Feed Thou the hungry and lighten their sorrow, 
Grant them the sunshine of hope for the morrow ; 
They are Thy children, their trust is on high : 
Hear Thou the poor that cry ! 

4 Dry Thou the mourner's tear ! 

Heal Thou the wounds of time-hallowed affec- 
tion : 
Grant to the widow and orphan protection; 
Be in their trouble a friend ever near ; 
Dry Thou the mourner's tear ! 



SUPPLEMENT. 



5 Hear, Father, hear our prayer ! 
Long hath Thy goodness our footsteps attended; 
Be with the pilgrim whose journey is ended : 
When at Thy summons for death we prepare, 
Hear, Father, hear our prayer ! 



489. P. M. Bowring. 

PRAYER OF A LOWLY SPIRIT. 

i From the recesses of a lowly spirit, 
Our humble prayer ascends; O Father! hear it, 
Upsoaring on the wings of awe and meekness ; 
Forgive its weakness ! 

2 We see Thy hand ; it leads us, it supports us : 
We hear Thy voice ; it counsels and it courts 

us : 
And then we turn away ; and still Thy kind- 
ness 
Forgives our blindness. 

3 O how long-suffering, Lord ! but Thou de- 

lightest 
To win with love the wandering; Thou 

invitest, 
By smiles of mercy, not by frowns or terrors, 
Man from his errors. 

4 Father and Saviour ! plant within each 

bosom 
The seeds of holiness ; and bid them blossom 
In fragrance and in beauty bright and vernal, 
And spring eternal. 



PUBLIC WORSHIP. 

5 Then place them in Thine everlasting gar- 
dens. 
Where angels walk, and seraphs are the 

wardens ; 
Where every flower escaped through death's 
dark portal, 
Becomes immortal. 



490. L. M. 



Anonymous. 



THE LORD S PRAYER. 



i Father, adored in worlds above ! 
Thy glorious name be hallowed still ; 
Thy kingdom come in truth and love ; 
And earth, like heaven, obey Thy will. 

2 Lord, make our daily wants Thy care ;. 
Forgive the sins which we forsake ; 

In Thy compassion let us share, 
As fellow-men of ours partake. 

3 Evils beset us every hour ; 
Thy kind protection we implore, 
Thine is the kingdom, Thine the power, 
The glory Thine forever more. 



491. C. M. Anonymous, 

HALLOWED BE THY NAME. 

i Holy and reverend is the name 
Of our eternal King ; 
Thrice holy, Lord ! the angels cry ; 
Thrice holy, let us sing. 



SUPPLEMENT. 

2 The deepest reverence of the mind 

Pay, my soul, to God ; 
Lift with thy hands a holy heart 
To His sublime abode. 

3 With sacred awe pronounce His name, 

Whom words nor thoughts can reach; 
A reverent heart shall please Him more 
Than the best forms of speech. 

4 Thou holy God ! preserve my soul 

From sinful passion free ; 
And, pure in heart, may I behold 
A God of purity ! 



492. L. M. Heber. 

GIVE US EACH DAY OUR DAILY BREAD. 

i Thy bounteous hand with food can bless 
The bleak and barren wilderness, 
And Thou hast taught us, Lord, to pray 
For daily bread from day to day. 

2 And 0, when through the wilds we roam 
That part us from our heavenly home ; 
When, lost in danger, want, and woe, 
Our faithless tears begin to flow ; 

3 Do Thou Thy gracious comfort give, 
By which alone the soul can live ; 

And grant Thy children, Lord, we pray, 
The bread of life from day to day ! 



PUBLIC WORSHIP. 

493. 7S. M. CONDER. 

DELIVER US FROM EVIL. 

i Heavenly Father ! to whose eye 
Future things unfolded lie ; 
Through the desert when I stray 
Let Thy counsels guide my way. 

2 Leave me not, for flesh is frail, 
Where fierce trials would assail ; 
Leave me not in darkened hour, 
To withstand the tempter's power. 

3 Lord ! uphold me day by day ; 
Shed a light upon my way ; 

Guide me through perplexing snares ; 
Care for me in all my cares. 

4 Should Thy wisdom, Lord, decree 
Trials long and sharp for me, 
Pain, or sorrow, care or shame, — 
Father ! glorify Thy name. 

6 Let me neither faint nor fear, 
Feeling still that Thou art near ; 
In the course my Saviour trod, 
Tending home to Thee, my God. 



494. 7 & 6s. M. 

THINE IS THE GLORY FOREVER. 

To Thee, the Lord almighty, 
Our noblest praise we give, 

Who all things hast created, 
And blessest all that live ; 
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Gaskell. 



SUPPLEMENT. 



Whose goodness, never-failing 
Through countless ages gone, 

Forever and forever 

Shall still keep shining on. 



495. H. M. Sandys. 

PRAISE YE THE LORD. 

i All, from the sun's uprise 
Unto his setting rays, 
Resound in jubilees 
The great Creator's praise ! 

Him serve alone ; 

In triumph bring 

Your gifts, and sing 

Before His throne ! 

2 Man drew from man his birth ; 
But God his noble frame, 
(Built of the ruddy earth,) 
Filled with celestial flame. 

His sons we are, 
By Him are led, 
Preserved and fed 
With tender care. 

3 Then to His portals press 
In your divine resorts ; 

With thanks His power profess, 
And praise Him in His courts. 

How good ! how pure ! 

His mercies last ; 

His promise past 

Is ever sure. 



PUBLIC WORSHIP. 

496. 7S. M. CONDER. 

GIVE THANKS UNTO THE LORD ! 

i O, give thanks to Him who made 
Morning light and evening shade ; 
Source and Giver of all good, 
Nightly sleep and daily food : 
Quickener of our wearied powers, 
Guard of our unconscious hours ! 

2 O, give thanks to nature's King, 
Who made every breathing thing ; 
His our warm and sentient frame ; 
His the mind's immortal flame; 
O, how close the ties that bind 
Spirits to the Eternal Mind ! 

3 O give thanks with heart and lip, 
For we are His workmanship, 
And all creatures are His care ; 
Not a bird that cleaves the air 
Falls unnoticed; — but who can 
Speak the Father's love to man ! 

4 O give thanks for him who came, 
In a mortal, suffering frame, 
Temple of the Deity : — 

Came to bear our souls on high ; 
In the path himself hath trod, 
Leading back his saints to God. 



SUPPLEMENT. 



497. 7 &, 6s. M. Anonymous. 



THANKSGIVING. 



i Meet and right it is to sing, 
In every time and place. 

Praises to our heavenly King, 
The God of truth and grace. 

Join we then in sweet accord, 

All in one thanksgiving join ; 

Holy, holy, holy Lord, 
Eternal praise be Thine ! 

2 Thee, the first-born sons of light, 

In choral symphonies, 
Praise alway, day without night, 

In songs that never cease. 
And with them our hearts aspire, 
On the wings of faith and love, 
Vying with the heavenly choir, 

Who chant Thy praise above. 

3 Still they sing, with glory crowned, 

Thanksgiving to Thy name ; 
Lower if our voices sound, 

Our hymn is still the same ; 
" Glory be to God on high ! " 
So the song of angels ran, 
And our voices still reply, 

" Good-will on earth to man !" 



PUBLIC WORSHIP. 



498. 8. 7 & 4s. M. 



Breviary. 



HALLELUJAH, FOR THE LORD REIGNETH. 

i Hallelujah ! best and sweetest 
Of the hymns of praise above ; 
Hallelujah ! thou repeatest, 
Angel-host, these notes of love ; 

This ye utter, 
While your golden harps ye move. 

2 Hallelujah ! strains of gladness 
Comfort not the faint and worn ; 
Hallelujah ! sounds of sadness 
Best become the heart forlorn : 

Our offences 
We with bitter tears must mourn. 

3 But our earnest supplication, 
Holy God ! we raise to Thee ; 
Visit us with Thy salvation, 
Make us all Thy peace to see ! 

Hallelujah ! 
Ours at length this strain shall be. 



4y". 7s. M. Montgomery. 

PRAISE THE LORD ! 

i All ye nations, praise the Lord ; 
All ye lands, your voices raise ; 
Heaven and earth, with loud accord. 
Praise the Lord, forever praise. 
31* 



SUPPLEMENT. 

2 For His truth and mercy stand, 
Past, and present, and to be, 
Like the years of His right hand, 
Like His own eternity. 

3 Praise Him, ye who know His love ; 
Praise Him, from the depths beneath ; 
Praise Him in the heights above ; 
Praise your Maker, all that breathe ! 



500. C. M. Martineau's Coll. 



CLOSING HYMN. 



O Thou great Spirit ! who along 

The waters first did move, 
And straight, from warring chaos sprung 

Light, harmony and love ; 
Upon our waiting spirits brood, 

Bid all their discord cease, 
And breathe upon the troubled soul 

Thy last, best gift of peace ! 



501. L. M. C.Wesley. 

THE BREAD OF LIFE. 

i Father, supply my every need ; 
Sustain the life Thyself hast given ; 
Oh ! grant the never-failing bread, 
The manna that comes down from heaven ! 

2 The gracious fruits of righteousness, 
Thy blessings' unexhausted store, 
In me abundantly increase, 
Nor ever let me hunger more ! 



PUBLIC WORSHIP. 

502. 7s. M. Bowring. 

THE PILGRIM'S PRAYER. 

i Lead us with Thy gentle sway, 
As a willing child is led ; 
Speed us on our upward way, 
As a pilgrim. Lord, is sped, 
Who with prayers and helps divine 
Seeks a consecrated shrine. 

2 Lead us, Father ! Thou dost know 
All the way ; but, wanderers, we 
Often miss our way below, 
And stretch out our hands to Thee ; 
Guide us, save us, and prepare 
Our appointed mansion there ! 



503. L. M. Univ. Coll. 

CLOSE OF WORSHIP. 

i Ere to the world again we go, 
Its pleasures, cares, and idle show, 
Thy grace once more, O God, we crave, 
From folly and from sin to save. 

2 May the great truths we here have heard — 
The lessons of Thy holy word — 

Dwell in our inmost bosoms deep, 
And all our souls from error keep. 

3 Oh ! may the influence of this day 
Long as our memory with us stay, 
And as an angel guardian prove, 
To guide us to our home above. 



SUPPLEMENT. 



504. c. m. 



Anonymous 



PEACE BE UNTO THIS HOUSE. 

i Lord of the families below ! 

To Thee our prayers we send ; 
Do Thou from danger and from woe 
This dwelling-place defend. 

2 Here let Thy peace, O Father, rest ; 

Here let Thy love abide ! 
Our every joy in Thee more blest. 
Each sorrow sanctified. 

3 May our petitions when we meet, 

And every secret prayer, 
Come up before Thy mercy-seat, 
And find acceptance there. 

4 Teach us, with hearts made one in love. 

To do Thy pure commands ; 
And give us, in Thy time, above, 
A house not made with hands. 



505. 7s. M. C. Wesley. 

BROTHERLY LOVE. 

i Lord ! subdue our selfish will ; 
Each to each our tempers suit, 
By Thy modulating skill, 
Heart to heart, as lute to lute. 

2 Sweetly on our spirits move ; 
Gently touch the trembling strings : 
Make the harmony of love. 
Music for the King of kings ! 



FAMILY WORSHIP. 

i>06. S. M. Anonymous. 

THE HOUR OF PRAYER. 

i It is the hour of prayer : 

Draw near and bend the knee, 
And fill the calm and holy air 

With voice of melody ! 

Overwearied with the heat 

And burden of the day, 
Now let us rest our wandering feet, 

And gather here to pray. 

2 The dark and deadly blight 
That walks at noontide hour, 

The midnight arrow's secret flight, 

O'er us have had no power : 

But smiles from loving eyes 

Have been around our way, 
And lips on which a blessing lies 

Have bidden us to pray. 

3 O, blessed is the hour 

That lifts our hearts on high ! 
Like sunlight when the tempests lower, 

Prayer to the soul is nigh ; 

Though dark may be our lot, 

Our eyes be dim with care, 
These saddening thoughts shall trouble not 

This holy hour of prayer. 



SUPPLEMENT. 



507. L. M. Anonymous. 



HYMN OF A HOUSEHOLD. 



i For mercies past we praise Thee, Lord, 
The fruits of earth, the hopes of heaven, 
Thy helping arm, Thy guiding word, 
And answered prayers, and sins forgiven. 

2 Whene'er we tread on danger's height, 
Or walk temptation's slippery way, 
Be still, to lead our steps aright, 

Thy word our guide, Thine arm our stay ! 

3 Be ours Thy blessed presence still ; 
United hearts, unchanging love ; 

No thought that contradicts Thy will, 
No wish that centres not above ! 

4 And since we must be parted here, 
Support us when the hour shall come ; 
Dry gently Thou the mourner's tear, 
Rejoin us in our heavenly home. 



508. C. M. Anonymous. 

FAMILY EVENING WORSHIP. 

i Now from the altar of our hearts 
Let warmest thanks arise ; 
Assist us, Lord, to offer up 
Our evening sacrifice. 

2 This day our God has been our sun, 
Our keeper and our guide, 
His arm around our weakness thrown, 
His angels at our side. 



FAMILY WORSHIP. 

3 Moments and mercies multiplied 

Have made up all the day ; 
Moments came fast, but mercies were 
More swift and free than they. 

4 New hours, new blessings, and new joys, 

Do a new song require ; 
Till we can praise Thee as we should, 
Accept our hearts' desire ! 



509. L. M. S. S. Cutting. 

FAMILY HYMN. EVENING. 

i Father, we bless the gentle care 
That watches o'er us day by day, 
That guards us from the tempter's snare, 
And guides us in the heavenward way : — 
We bless Thee for the tender love 
That mingles all our hearts in one, — 
The music of the soul ; — above 
'T is purer spirits' unison. 

2 Father, 'tis evening's solemn hour, 
And cast we now our cares on Thee ; 
Darkly the storm may round us lower. 
Peace is within, — Christ makes us free; — 
And when life's toil and joy are o'er, 
And evening gathers on its sky, 
Our circle broke, — we sing no more, — 
O, may we meet and sing on high. 



SUPPLEMENT. 



510. L. M. Moorb. 

THE SPIRIT OF GOD MOVED UPON THE WATERS. 

i Like morning, when her early breeze 
Breaks up the surface of the seas, 
That, in their furrows, dark with night 
Her hand may sow the seeds of light ; 

2 Thy grace can send its breathings o'er 
The spirit, dark and lost before ; 
And freshening all its depths, prepare 
For truth divine to enter there ! 

3 Till David touched his sacred lyre, 
In silence lay the unbreathing wire, 
But when he swept its chords along, 
E'en angels stooped to hear the song. 

4 So sleeps the soul, till Thou, O Lord, 
Shall deign to touch its lifeless chord; 
Till, waked by Thee, its breath shall rise 
In music worthy of the skies. 



511. 8, 7 & 4s. M. Anonymous. 

CALLS OF THE SPIRIT. 

i Brother, will you slight the message 
Sent in mercy from above ? 
Every sentence, O how tender, 
Every line how full of love ! 

Heavenly accents 
Full of strength and peace and love ! 



ASPIRATION'. 

Tempted souls, they bring you succor; 

Fearful hearts, they quell your fears ; 
And with deepest consolation 

Chase away the falling tears ; 
Tender heralds, 

Blessed he their word who hears ! 

Holy angels, hovering round us ! 

Waiting spirits ! speed your way, 
Hasten to the court of heaven. 

Tidings bear without delay, 
That our spirits 

Glad the message will obey. 



51^. L. M. Anonymous. 

IN SPIRITUAL DEADNESS. 

i O Thou, who all things dost control, 
Chase this dead slumber from my soul ! 
With reverent joy, with loving awe, 
Give me to keep Thy perfect law. 

2 O, let a ray from Thy pure light 

Pierce through the gathering shades of night ! 
Touch my cold breast with heavenly fire, 
And holy conquering faith inspire. 

3 This deadly slumber when I feel 
Afresh upon my spirit steal, 

Then, Lord, descend with quickening power, 
And wake me, that I sleep no more ! 
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SUPPLEMENT. 

513. L. M. Wesley an. 

SEEKING REST. 

i O Thou, in whom the weary find 
Alone their permanent repose ; 
Send light into my doubting mind, 

Relieve my fears, assuage my woes ; 
O let my soul on Thee be cast, 
Till sin's fierce tyranny be past 

2 Far, far from Thee, O God, removed, 

Long have I wandered to and fro ; 
O'er earth in endless circles roved, 

Nor found whereon to rest below ; 
Back unto Thee, at last, I fly : 
Save ! for the waters still are high. 
i 

3 Selfish pursuits and pleasure's maze, 

The things of earth, for Thee I leave ; 
Put forth Thy hand, Thy hand of grace, 

Into the ark of love receive ; 
Take this poor fluttering soul to rest, 
And still it, Father, on Thy breast. 

4 Fill with inviolable peace ; 

'Stablish in faith my restless heart; 
In Thee let all my wanderings cease, 

From Thee may I no more depart ; 
Never again from Thee remove, 
Loved with an everlasting love ' 



ASPIRATION. 



514. 10s. M. Dr. Tuckerman. 

MY HEAVEN IN THEE. 

i Father divine, this deadening power control, 

Which to the senses binds the immortal soul ; 

O break this bondage. Lord ! I would be free. 

And in mv soul would find my heaven, in 

Thee. 

2 My heaven in Thee ! O God. no other heaven 
To the- immortal soul can e'er be given ; 

O. let Thy kingdom now within me come, 
And as above, so here, Thy will be done ! 

3 My heaven in Thee, Father, let me find — 
My heaven in Thee, within a heart resigned ; 
No more, of heaven and bliss, my soul, 

despair, 
For where my God is found, my heaven is 
there. 



515. S. M. Wesleyan. 

WATCH AND PRAY, LEST YE ENTER INTO TEMPTATION. 

i Father, this slumber shake 

From off my heavy soul ! 
Say to me now, — awake ! awake ! 
And I will make thee whole ! 

2 Touch with Thy strengthening hand ; 

Arouse me in this hour ; 
And make me fully understand 
The thunder of Thy power. 



SUPPLEMENT. 

3 Give me on Thee to call ; 

Always to watch and pray, 
Lest I into temptation fall, 

And cast my shield away. 

i For each assault prepared 
And watchful may I be , 

Forever standing on my guard, 
And looking unto Thee. 



516. S. M. C. Wesley 

FOR HELP IN TEMPTATION. 

i Thou seest my feebleness ; 

Father ! be Thou my power, 
My help and refuge in distress, 

My fortress and my tower ! 

2 Give me to trust in Thee ; 
Be Thou my sure abode ; 

My helm and sword and buckler be, 
My Saviour and my God ! 

3 Myself I cannot save, 
Myself I cannot keep ; 

But strength in Thee I surely have, 
Whose eyelids never sleep. 

4 My soul to Thee alone, 
For always, I commend ; 

Thou lovest me, Father, as Thine own, 
And lovest to the end. 



ASPIRATION. 



517. S. M. C. Wesley. 

ASPIRATION. 

i O come and dwell in me, 

Spirit of power within ! 
And bring Thy glorious liberty 
From sorrow, fear and sin. 

2 The inward, deep disease, 
Spirit of Health, remove ! 

Spirit of perfect Holiness ! 
Spirit of perfect Love ! 

3 Hasten the joyful day 
Which shall all sin consume ; 

When old things shall be done away, 
And all things new become ! 



518. C. M. Wksleyan. 

DESIRES FOR HOLINESS. 

i O, for a heart to praise my God, 
A heart from sin set free ; 
A heart that always feels how good, 
Thou, Lord, hast been to me. 

2 O for an humble, trustful heart, 

Believing, true, and clean, 
Which neither life nor death can part 
From Him who dwells within; — 

3 A heart in every thought renewed, 

And full of love divine, 
Perfect, and right, and pure, and good, 
Conformed, O Lord, to Thine. 
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SUPPLEMENT. 



4 Thy spirit, gracious Lord, impart; 
Come quickly from above ; 
O, write Thy name upon my heart ! 
Thy name, O God, is love. 



519. S. M. Mrs. Hemans 

FOR HEAVENLY THOUGHTS. 

i Come to me, thoughts of heaven ! 

My fainting spirit bear 
On your bright wings, by morning given. 

Up to celestial air, 

Away, far, far away, 

From thoughts by passion given, 
Fold me in pure, still, cloudless day, 

O blessed thoughts of heaven ! 

2 Come in my tempted hour, 

Sweet thoughts ! and yet again 
O'er sinful wish and memory, shower 

Your soft effacing rain ; 
Waft me where gales divine 

With dark clouds ne'er have striven; 
Where living founts forever shine ; 

O blessed thoughts of heaven ! 



520. c. M. 



Bath Coll. 



PRAYER FOR FAITH. 



O, for a faith that will not shrink 
Though pressed by every foe, 

That will not tremble on the brink 
Of any earthly woe ! 



ASPIRATION. 

2 A faith that shines more bright and clear 

When tempests rage without; 
That when in danger knows no fear, 
In darkness feels no doubt ; — 

3 Lord, give us such a faith as this, 

And then, whate'er may come, 
We '11 taste, e'en here, the hallowed bliss 
Of an eternal home. 



v£l. C. M. Montgomery. 

PRAYER FOR SUBMISSION. 

i One prayer I have, — all prayers in one, 
When I am wholly Thine ; 
Thy will, my God, Thy will be done, 
And let that will be mine. 

2 All-wise, almighty, and all-good, 

In Thee I firmly trust ; 
Thy ways, unknown or understood, 
Are merciful and just. 

3 May I remember that to Thee 

Whate'er I have I owe; 
And back in gratitude from me 
May all Thy bounties flow. 

4 Thy gifts are only then enjoyed, 

When used as talents lent ; 
Those talents only well employed, 
When in Thy service spent. 

5 And though Thy wisdom takes away, 

Shall I arraign Thy will? 
No, let me bless Thy name, and say 
" The Lord is gracious still." 



SUPPLEMENT. 



A pilgrim through the earth I roam. 
Of nothing long possessed. 

And all must fail when I go home, 
For this is not my rest. 



522. C. M. C. Wesley. 

FOR THE DIVINE PRESENCE. 

i Speak with us, Lord ; Thyself reveal, 
While here on earth we rove ; 
Speak to our hearts, and let us feel 
The kindlings of Thy love. 

2 With Thee conversing, we forget 

All toil and time and care ; 
Labor is rest, and pain is sweet, 
If Thou art present there. 

3 Here then, our God, be pleased to stay, 

And bid our hearts rejoice ; 
Our bounding hearts shall own Thy sway, 
And echo to Thy voice. 

4 Thou callest us to seek Thy face ; 

Thy face, O God, we seek, 
Attend the whispers of Thy grace, 
And hear Thee inly speak. 



523. 0. M. Wesley an. 

STRUGGLING UPWARD. 

i Father divine, our wants relieve 
In this our evil day!" 
To all Thy tempted children give 
The power to watch and pray. 



ASPIRATION. 

2 Long as our fiery trials last, 

Long as the cross we bear, 
O, let our souls on Thee be cast, 
In never-ceasing prayer ! 

3 Thy spirit of untroubled peace 

Give us in faith to claim, 
To wrestle till we see Thy face, 
And know Thy hidden name. 

4 Till Thou Thy perfect love impart, 

Till Thou Thyself bestow, 
Be this the cry of every heart, — 
I will not let Thee go ; 

5 I will not let Thee go, unless 

Thou tell Thy name to me ; 
With all Thy great salvation bless, 
And make me all like Thee. 

6 Then let us, on the mountain top, 

Behold Thine unveiled face, 
Where faith in sight is swallowed up, 
And prayer in endless praise. 



524. 7 & 6s. M. Wesleyan. 

LONGING FOR REST IN GOD. 

i O almighty God of love ! 

Thy holy arm display ; 
Send us succor from above, 

Against the evil day : 
Arm our weakness with Thy power ; 
Put Thy strength our hearts within ; 
Be our stronghold and our tower 

Against the assaults of sin. 



SUPPLEMENT. 

Could we of Thy strength take hold, 
And always feel Thee near, 

Confident, divinely bold ; 

Our souls would know no fear. 

Nothing could their firmness shock ; 

Though the gates of hell assail, 

Were we built upon the rock 
They never could prevail. 

Thou would' st, in the trying hour, 

A sure protection be, 
Guard us from temptation's power, 

And fix our souls on Thee. 
Lord, on Thee our trust is placed ; 
Never thence may we remove ; 
In the arms of love embraced, 

Thine everlasting love. 



525. s. m. 

WHY ART THOU CAST DOWN, MY SOUL? 

i We pray for truth and peace ; 

With weary hearts we ask 
Some rest in which our souls may cease 

From life's perplexing task. 

We weep — yet none is found; 

We weep — yet hope grows faint; — 
And deeper in its mournful sound 

Goes up our wild complaint. 

2 Only to living faith 

The promises are shown ; 
And by the love that passes death 
The rest is won alone. 



ASPIRATION. 

Be ours the earnest heart, 
Be ours the steady will. 
To work in silent trust our part; 
For God is working still. 

3 Then newer lights shall rise 

Above these clouds of sin, 
And heaven's unfolding mysteries 

To glad our souls begin. 

Our hearts from fear and wrong 

Shall win their full release, 
With God's own might forever strong, 

And calm with God's own peace. 



526. o. M. 



Anonymous. 



PRAYER FOR FAITH. 



That might of faith, O Lord! bestow, 
Which cannot ask in vain ; 

Which will not let the angel go 
Until the prayer it gain. 

On me the faith divine bestow 
Which doth the mountain move ; 

And all my spotless life shall show 
The omnipotence of love. 

And, Father, when I doubt that I 
Can live, and sin no more ; 

Then if on Thee I dare rely, 
The faith shall bring the power. 



SUPPLEMENT. 



5^7. L. M. Anonymous. 

FOR SELF-RENUNCIATION. 

i Father of might, my bonds I feel. 
And long for perfect liberty ; 
I would deny my selfish will. 
And, Father, give up all to Thee ! 

2 O, with Thy strength my weakness fill ! 
That strength shall every foe subdue ; 
The doubts that tempt, the sins that kill, 
The wishes to the cross untrue. 

3 A sinless mind in me reveal, 
Thy spirit's fulness, Lord, impart ! 
Till all my spotless life shall tell 
The abundance of a loving heart. 

4 So shall I own Thy perfect sway, 
And, sitting humbly at Thy feet, 
Thy law with all my heart obey, 
And all my soul to Thee submit. 



528. 8 & 7s. M. Anonymous. 

DEDICATION TO GOD. 

i Holy Father, Thou hast taught me 

I should live to Thee alone ; 
Year by year, Thy hand hath brought me 

On through dangers oft unknown. 
When I wandered, Thou hast found me ; 

When I doubted, sent me light ; 
Still Thine arm has been around me, 

All my paths were in Thy sight. 



TRUST. 

In the world will foes assail me, 

Craftier, stronger far than I ; 
And the strife may never fail me, 

Well I know, before I die. 
Therefore, Lord, I come, believing 

Thou canst give the power I need ; 
Through the prayer of faith receiving 

Strength, — the spirit's strength indeed. 

I would trust in Thy protecting, 

Wholly rest upon Thine arm, 
Follow wholly Thy directing, 

Thou mine only guard from harm ! 
Keep me from mine own undoing, 

Help me turn to Thee when tried, 
Still my footsteps, Father, viewing, 

Keep me ever at Thy side ! 



dJd\). L. M. Doddridge. 

THE PATIENT WAITING UPON GOD. 

i Wait on the Lord, ye heirs of hope, 
And let His word support your souls ; 
Well can He bear your courage up, 
And all your foes and fears control. 

2 He waits His own well-chosen hour 
The intended mercy to display ; 
And His paternal pities move, 
While wisdom dictates the delay. 

3 Blest are the humble souls that wait 
With sweet submission to His will ; 
Harmonious all their passions move, 
And in the midst of storms are still ; — 

33 



SUPPLEMENT. 



4 Still, till their Father's well-known voice 
Wakens their silence into songs ; 
Then earth grows vocal with His praise, 
And heaven the grateful shout prolongs. 



530. L. M. C. Wesley. 

GOD OUR DELIVERER. 

i God of my life, whose gracious power 
Through varied deaths my soul hath led, 
Or turned aside the fatal hour, 
Or lifted up my sinking head ! 

2 In all my ways Thy hand I own, 
Thy ruling providence I see : 
Assist me still my course to run, 
And still direct my paths to Thee. 

3 Whither, oh whither should I fly, 
But to my loving Father's breast ; 
Secure within Thine arms to lie, 
And safe beneath Thy wings to rest ! 

4 I have no skill the snare to shun, 
But Thou, O God, my wisdom art ; 
I ever into ruin run : 

But Thou art greater than my heart. 

5 Foolish, and ignorant, and blind, 
Lead me a way I have not known ; 
Bring me where I my heaven may find, 
The heaven of loving Thee alone. 



TRUST. 

531. c. m. * 

THE POWER OF TRUST. 

i My God ! in life's most doubtful hour, 
In sharpest pains of death, 
Who waits on Thee hath peace and power; 
Thou present help of faith ! 

2 Thy crown of joy upon his head, 

Thy light upon his face, 
Through storms and strife Thy Christ could 
tread, 
On to the happy place. 

3 And though the cross were sharp and high, 

The lifted Lord could see 
The souls he loved drawn nearer by 
His love's last energy. 

4 Help me, O God ! to seek — to win, 

Through struggles and through prayer, 
The faith which frees my soul from sin, 
And brings Thy blessing there. 

6 So shall my cross of conquered shame 
My fainting brothers raise, 
So Thy triumphant mercy flame 
Around my path of praise. 

6 And earth, with all its pain and toil, 
By love's pure presence blest, 
Shall wear the calm celestial smile 
Of heaven's eternal rest 



SUPPLEMENT. 

00£* C. M. AN0NYM0U8. 

THROUGH CROSS TO LIGHT. 

i Bear on, my soul ! the bitter cross 
Of every trial here 
Shall lift thee to thy heaven above. 
But shall not enter there. 

2 Bear on, my soul ! on God rely ; 

Deliverance will come ; 
A thousand ways the Father hath 
To bring His children home. 

3 And Thou, my heavenly Friend and Guide, 

Hast kindly led me on ; 
Taught me to rest my fainting head 
Upon Thy heart alone. 

4 So comforted and so sustained, 

With dark events I strove, 
And found, when rightly understood, 
All, messengers of love. 



533. ii & ios. M. 



THE MIGHT OF FAITH. 



i We will not weep ; for God is standing by us, 
And tears will blind us to the blessed sight ; 
We will not doubt, — if darkness still doth 
try us, 
Our souls have promise of serenest light. 



FAITH. 

2 We will not faint, — if heavy burdens bind us, 

They press no harder than our souls can 
bear, 
The thorniest way is lying still behind us. 
We shall be braver for the past despair. 

3 O, not in doubt shall be our journey's ending, 

Sin with its fears shall leave us at the last, 
All its best hopes in glad fulfilment blending, 
Life shall be with us when the Death is 
past. 

4 Help us, oh Father! — when the world is 

pressing 

On our frail hearts, that faint without their 
friend, 
Help us, oh Father ! let Thy constant bless- 
ing 

Strengthen our weakness, — till the joyful 
end. 



534. 8 & 7s. M. Montgomery. 

faith. 

i Oall the Lord thy sure salvation, 

Rest beneath the Almighty's shade; 
In His secret habitation 

Dwell, nor ever be dismayed ! 

2 There no tumult can alarm thee, 
Thou shalt dread no hidden snare, 
Guile nor violence shall harm thee, 
In eternal safeguard there. 
33* 



SUPPLEMENT. 

3 There, though winds and waves are swelling, 

God, thy hope, shall bear through all ; 
Plague shall not come nigh thy dwelling, 
Thee no evil shall befall. 

4 He shall charge His angel legions 

Watch and ward o'er thee to keep, 
Though thou walk through hostile regions, 
Though in desert wilds thou sleep. 

5 Since, with pure and firm affection, 

Thou on God hast set thy love, 
With th€ wings of His protection 
He shall shield thee from above. 



535. 8 & 7s. M. 



Moravian 



BEARING THE REPROACH OF CHRIST. 

i Cross, reproach, and tribulation, 
Ye to me are welcome guests, 
When I have this consolation, 
That my soul in Jesus rests. 

2 The reproach of Christ is glorious ; 

Those who here his burden bear 
In the end shall prove victorious, 
And eternal gladness share. 

3 Bear then the reproach of Jesus, 

Ye who live a life of faith ! 
Lift triumphant songs and praises, 
Even in martyrdom and death. 

4 Bonds and stripes, and evil story, 

Are our honorable crowns ; 
Pain is peace, and shame is glory, 
Gloomy dungeons are as thrones. 



FAITH. 



536. 8 & 7s. M. Anonymous. 



Let the world despise and leave me, — 

Once they left my Saviour too ; 
Let all human hopes deceive me, 

Thou wilt never be untrue ; 
And whilst Thou shalt smile upon me, 

God of wisdom, love and might ! 
Foes may hate and friends disown me, 

Yet the darkness shall be light. 

Go, then, earthly fame and treasure ; 

Come, disaster, scorn and pain ! 
in Thy service pain is pleasure, 

With Thy favor loss is gain. 
I have learned to call Thee Father, 

I have fixed my heart on Thee ; 
Storms may howl and clouds may gather, 

All must work for good to me. 

Man may trouble and distress me, 

'Twill but drive me to Thy breast; 
Life with trials hard may press me, 

Thou canst give me sweetest rest. 
O, 't is not in grief to harm me, 

While Thy love is left to me ; 
O, 'twere not in joy to charm me, 

Were that joy unmixed with Thee ' 



SUPPLEMENT. 
OOi. L. M. Doddridge. 

SEEING THE INVISIBLE. 

* Eternal and immortal King ! 
Thy peerless splendors none can bear ; 
But darkness veils seraphic eyes, 
When God with all his glory's there. 

2 Yet faith can pierce the awful gloom. 
The great Invisible can see ; 

And with its tremblings mingle joy, 
In fixed regard, great God ! to Thee. 

3 Then every tempting form of sin, 
Shamed in Thy presence, disappears ; 
And all the glowing raptured soul 
The likeness it contemplates, wears. 

4 O ever conscious to my heart ! 
Witness to its supreme desire : 
Behold it presseth on to Thee, 

For it hath caught the heavenly fire. 

5 This one petition would it urge — 
To bear Thee ever in its sight ; 

In life, in death, in worlds unknown, 
Its only portion and delight ! 



538. C. M. Breviary. 

FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 

i Supreme disposer of the heart ! 

Thou, since the world was made, 
Hast the blest fruits of holiness 
To holy hearts displayed. 



LOVE. 

2 Here, hope and faith their links unite 

With love in one sweet chain ; 
But when all fleeting things are past, 
Love shall alone remain. 

3 love ! O true and fadeless light ! 

And shall it ever be, 
That after all our toils and tears 
Thy sabbath we shall see ? 

4 'Mid thousand fears and dangers now 

We sow our seed, with prayer, 
But know that joyful hands shall reap 
The shining harvests there. 

5 O God of justice, God of power ! 

Our faith and hope increase, 
And crown them, in the future years, 
With endless love and peace. 



539. 7s. M. Wesley an. 



CHRISTIAN LOVE. 



i Father ! we look up to Thee ; 
Let us in Thy love agree ; 
Thou, who art the God of peace, 
Bid contention ever cease. 

2 Make us of one heart and mind, 
Self-forgetful, true and kind ; 
Strong, yet meek in thought and word, 
Like Thy Son, our blessed Lord. 

3 Let us for each other care, 
Each the other's burden bear; 
Ready, when reviled, to bless; 
Studious of the law of peace. 



SUPPLEMENT. 

4 Father ! all our souls inspire, 
Fill us with love's sacred fire ; 
Guided by that blessed light, 
Order all our steps aright. 

5 Free from anger, free from pride, 
Let us thus in Thee abide ; 

All the depths of love express, — 
All the heights of holiness. 



540. S. M. Montgomery. 

THE SOWER. 

i Sow in the morn thy seed, 

At eve hold not thy hand ; 
To doubt and fear give thou no heed, 

Broadcast it o'er the land ! 

Beside all waters sow, 

The highway furrows stock, 
Drop it where thorns and thistles grow, 

Drop it upon the rock ! 

2 The good, the fruitful ground 
Expect not here nor there ; 

O'er hill and dale and plain 't is found, 

Go forth, then, everywhere ! 

And duly shall appear, 

In verdure, beauty, strength, 
The tender blade, the stalk, the ear, 

And the full corn at length. 

3 Thou canst not toil in vain ; 
Cold, heat, and moist and dry, 

Shall foster and mature the grain 
For garners in the sky ; 



CONFLICT. 



Then when the glorious end, 
The day of God, shall come, 
The angel-reapers shall descend, 
At heaven's great harvest-home. 



541. L. M. Watts 

PRESS ONWARD TO THE MARK. 

i Awake, our souls, away, our fears ; 
Let every trembling thought be gone. 
Awake and run the heavenly race, 
And put a cheerful courage on. 

2 True 'tis a strait and thorny road. 
And mortal spirits tire and faint ; 
But they forget the mighty God, 
That feeds the strength of every saint. 

3 From Thee, the overflowing spring, 
Our souls shall drink a fresh supply, 
While such as trust in human strength 
Shall melt away, and droop, and die. 

4 Swift as an eagle cuts the air, 

We '11 mount aloft to Thine abode ; 
On wings of love our souls shall fly, 
Nor tire amidst the heavenly road. 



54 £. S. M. Anonymous. 

THE WHOLE ARMOR OF GOD. 

i Followers of Christ ! arise, 

And put your armor on, 
Strong in the strength which God supplies 
To each obedient son. 



SUPPLEMENT. 

2 Stand forth in His great might, 
With all His strength endued ; 

But take, to arm you for the fight, 
The panoply of God. 

3 And, above all, lay hold 
Of faith's victorious shield; 

Armed with that adamant and gold, 
Ye cannot lose the field. 

* Leave no unguarded place, 
No weakness of the soul ; 

Take every virtue, every grace, 
And consecrate the whole. 

5 That having all things done, 
And conquered in the strife, 

To nobler service ye pass on, 
And an undying life ! 



543. S. M. Heath. 

CONFLICT. 

i My soul, be on thy guard ; 

Ten thousand foes arise ; 
The hosts of sin are pressing hard 
To draw thee from the skies. 

2 O, watch, and strive, and pray; 
The battle ne'er give o'er ; 

Renew it boldly every day, 
And help divine implore. 

3 Ne'er think the victory won, 
Nor lay thine armor down : 

Thy arduous work will not be done 
Till thou obtain thy crown. 



THE CROSS. 



4 Fight on, my soul, till death 
Shall bring thee to thy God ; 
He '11 take thee, at thy parting breath, 
To His divine abode. 



544. 7s. M. Neale. 



BEARING THE CROSS. 



i Every bird that upward springs 
Bears the Cross upon his wings ; 
We without it cannot rise 
Upward to our native skies. 

2 Every ship that meets the waves 
By the Cross their fury braves ; 
We, on life's wide ocean tossed, 
If we have it not are lost. 

3 Hope it gives us when distrest, 
When we faint it gives us rest ; 
Satan's craft, and Satan's might, 
By the Cross are put to flight. 

4 That from sin earth might be free, 
Jesus bore it ; so must we ; 

Ne'er through faintness lay it down : 
First the Cross, and then the crown ! 



545. C. M. Hebw, 

IN THE DAY OF DISTRESS. 

i Oh God, that mad'st the earth and sky, 
The darkness and the day, 
Oh listen to Thy children's cry, 
And help us when we pray ! 
34 



SUPPLEMENT. 

2 For wide the waves of bitterness 

Around our vessel roar, 
And heavy grows the burdened heart, 
To view the rocky shore. 

3 The cross our Master bore for us, 

For him we fain would bear ; 
But mortal strength to weakness turns, 
And courage to despair ! 

4 Have mercy on our failings, Lord ! 

Our sinking faith renew ! 
And when his sorrows visit us, 
O send his patience too. 

546. C. M. Doddridgk 

GOD TEMPERS THE WIND TO THE SHORN LAMB. 

i Great ruler of all nature's frame, 
We own Thy power divine ; 
We hear Thy breath in every storm, 
For all the winds are Thine. 

2 Wide as they sweep their sounding way 

They work Thy sovereign will ; 
And awed by Thy majestic voice, 
Confusion shall be still. 

3 Thy mercy tempers every blast 

To those who seek Thy face ; 
And mingles with the tempest's roa) 
The whispers of Thy grace. 

4 Those gentle whispers let me hear. 

Till all the tumult cease ; 
And gales of Paradise shall lull 
My weary soul to peace. 



THE CROSS. 



547. S. M. Montgomery. 

THE BOW IN THE CLOUD. 

i Out of the depths of woe, 

To Thee, O Lord, I cry ; 
Darkness surrounds Thee, but I know 

That Thou art ever nigh. 

2 Like them whose longing eyes 
Watch till the morning star, 

Though late and seen through tempests, rise. 
Heaven's portals to unbar, — 

3 Like them I watch and pray ; 
And though it tarry long, 

Catch the first gleam of welcome day 
Then burst into a song. 

4 Glory to God above ! 

The waters soon will cease ; 
For lo, the swift returning dove 
Brings home the sign of peace. 

5 Though storms Thy face obscure, 
And dangers threaten loud, 

Thy holy covenant is sure ; 
Thy bow is in the cloud ! 



548. 7 & 6s. M. 

IN TIME OF TRIBULATION. 



Montgomery. 



i In time of tribulation, 

Hear, Lord, our earnest cries ; 
With humble supplication 
To Thee the spirit flies. 



SUPPLEMENT. 

2 Remembered songs of gladness, 

Through night's lone silence brought, 
Strike notes of deepest sadness, 
And stir desponding thought. 

3 Hath God cast off forever? 

Can time His truth impair? 
His tender mercy never 
Shall we presume to share? 

4 Hath He His loving-kindness 

Shut up in bitter wrath ? 
No ! it is human blindness, 
That cannot see His path. 

s We '11 call to recollection 

The years of Thy right hand, 
And, strong in Thy protection, 
Again through Faith we stand. 

6 Thy way is in great waters, 

Thy footsteps are not known ; 
But let earth's sons and daughters 
Confide in Thee alone ! 

7 Through the wild sea Thou leddest 

Thy chosen flock of yore ; 
Still on the wave thou treadest, 
And Thy redeemed pass o'er. 



549. 6 & 5s. M. Montgomery. 

I WILL EXTOL THEE, LORD ! 

i Yea, I will extol Thee, 
Lord of Life and light ! 
For Thine arm upheld me, 
Turned my foes to flight. 



VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 

2 I implored Thy succor, 

Thou wast swift to save, 
To heal my wounded spirit, 
And bring me from the grave. 

3 Grief may, like the pilgrim, 

Through the night sojourn, 
Yet shall joy, to-morrow, 
With the sun return. 

4 Thou hast turned my mourning 

Into minstrelsy ; 
Girded me with gladness, 
Set from thraldom free. 

5 Thee my ransomed powers 

Henceforth shall adore ; 
Thee, my great Deliverer, 
Bless forevermore ! 



550. s. M. 



Breviary 



MORNING HYMN. 



i Behold, night's shadows fade, 

And morn is in the skies ! 
To Him by whom all things were made 
Our aspirations rise. 

2 To break this deathly trance 
Help us, our God, our stay ! 

Give the freed spirit utterance, 
Its languors charm away ! 

3 So sin shall cease to reign, 
So safety shall be nigh ; 

Rend, spirit blest, the heavy chains 
Of death, in victory ! 
34* 



SUPPLEMENT. 

551. C. M. AN0NYM0U8. 

MORNING HYMN. 

i Be Thou, O God, by night, by day, 
My guard, my guide from sin, 
My life, my trust, my light divine, 
To keep me pure within. 

2 Pure as the air, when day's first light 

A cloudless sky illumes, 
And active as the lark that soars 
Till heaven shines round its plumes. 

3 So may my soul, upon the wings 

Of faith, unwearied rise, 
Till at the gate of heaven it sings, 
'Midst light from Paradise. 



552. 12 & lis. M. Anonymous. 

VESPER HYMN. 

i The daylight is fading o'er earth and o'er 
ocean, 
The sun has gone down o'er the slumber- 
ing sea ; 
And now, in the hush of life's fitful commo- 
tion, 
We lift our tired spirits, blest Saviour, to 
thee. 



VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 

c For oft would' st thou wander alone on the 
mountain, 
As eventide spread her dark wing o'er the 
wave ; 
Now, filling our souls from thy light's cease- 
less fountain ; 
Be near in the darkness, to bless and to 
save. 

3 And oft as the tumult of life's heaving billow 
Shall toss our frail bark driving wild o'er 
night's deep, 
Let thy guarding wing be stretched over our 
pillow, 
And shield us from evil, though death 
watch our sleep. 



553. 10 & 4s. M. 



Anonymous. 



VESPERS. 



i Father supreme ! Thou high and holy One, 
To Thee we bow ; 
Now, when the labor of the day is done, 
Devoutly, now. 

2 From age to age unchanging, still the same 

All-good Thou art ; 
Hallowed forever be Thy reverend name 
In every heart ! 

3 When the glad morn upon the hills was 

spread, 
Thy smile was there ; 
Now, as the darkness gathers overhead, 
We feel Thy care. 



SUPPLEMENT. 

4 Night spreads her shade upon another day 
Forever past ; 
So o'er our faults, Thy love, we humbly 
pray 
A veil may cast. 

s Silence and sleep, o'er hearts by earth dis- 
trest, 
Now sweetly steal ; 
So every fear that struggles in the breast 
Shall faith conceal. 

6 Thou through the dark will watch above our 

sleep 
With eye of love ; 
And Thou wilt wake us, when the sunbeams 
leap 
The hills above. 

7 O, may each heart its gratitude express 

As life expands, 
And find the triumph of its happiness 
In Thy commands ! 



554. 8 & 7s. M. Martineau's Coll. 



EVENING HYMN. 



i On the dewy breath of even 

Thousand odors mingling rise, 
Borne like incense up to heaven, — 
Nature's evening sacrifice. 

2 With her fragrant offerings blending, 
Let our glad thanksgivings be 
To Thy throne, O Lord, ascending,— 
Incense of our hearts to Thee. 



VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 

3 Thou, whose favors without number 

All our days with gladness bless, 
Let Thine eye, that knows no slumber, 
Guard our hours of helplessness. 

4 Then, though conscious we are sleeping 

In the outer courts of death, 

Safe beneath a Father's keeping, 

Calm we rest in perfect faith. 



555. 7s. M. Doddridge. 

night. 

i While the stars unnumbered roll 
Round the ever-constant pole, 
Far above these spangled skies 
All my thoughts to God shall rise. 

2 From on high He shall impart 
Secret comfort to my heart ; 
He in these serenest hours 
Guide my spiritual powers. 

3 He His spirit doth diffuse, 
Sweeter far than midnight dews ; 
Lifting all my thoughts above, 
On the wings of faith and love. 

4 What if death my sleep invade ; — 
Should I be of death afraid? 
Whilst encircled by Thine arm, 
Death may strike, but cannot harm. 

6 Visions brighter than the morn 
Greet the deathless spirit born ; 
See, the guardian angel nigh 
Waits to waft my soul on high ! 



SUPPLEMENT. 



6 With Thy heavenly presence blest, 
Death is life, and labor, rest ; 
Welcome sleep or death to me, 
Still secure, for still with Thee ! 



556. lis. M. Breviary. 

EVEN-SONG. 

i Be near us, O Father ! through night's silent 

hour; 
Impart to our slumbers Thy calmness divine ; 
Drop rest on our lids like the dew on the 

flower, 
That even our still sleep may have something 

of Thine. 

2 O watch o'er our couch ; drive the tempter 

away; 

From the sins that corrupt and betray keep 
us free ; 

That nor fancy shall wander, nor passion 
shall stray, 

And we dream not a thought that's displeas- 
ing to Thee. 

3 And grant, when deep sleep o'er our senses 

shall close, 
That the heart may still watch, all unclouded 

and clear ; 
Guard, guard still Thy children; and bless 

the repose 
That, stainless of sin, is untouched by a fear. 



VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 

4 Then still to Thee, Father, our praises we 

pay; 
Still to Thee we will offer love's infinite 

store ; 
Send down Thy pure spirit, even now while 

we pray ; 
Be with us, and keep us, and bless, evermore ! 



557. C. M. Breviary. 

OUR GUARD BY NIGHT. 

i Lord of the world, who hast preserved 
Us safely through this day, 
Now guard us in the silent night, 
And in all time, we pray ! 

2 Be present, in Thy peace, to those 

Who as Thy suppliants wait ; 
Blot out the record of our sin ; 
Our gloom illuminate ! 

3 Let not, amid our hours of sleep, 

Life's enemy steal in; 
Let not a vision of the night 
Have power to whisper sin. 

4 Guard every avenue from guile, 

When slumber seals our eyes ; 
And guiltless as we laid us down, 
So guiltless let us rise. 



SUPPLEMENT. 

558. lis. M. Breviary 

HYMN OF NIGHT. / 

i Creator of all ! through whose all-seeing 

might 
This ponderous globe to its hour is true, 
Thou glad'st us each morn with the vision 

of light, 
And at eve on our lids pourest slumber like 

dew. 

2 The toils of the day are now brought to their 

end, 
And night is preparing her balm for our eyes ; 
Our strength, Lord, encourage, our weakness 

defend ; 
Hear our prayers as they spring, and our 

hymns as they rise ! 

3 We beseech of Thee now, when dim night 

over all 
Is enfolding her shroud and resuming her 

sway, 
That Thy grace still may shine, 'mid the 

glooms that appal, 
As a star to our eyes, and a lamp to our way. 

4 Though our bodies may sleep, let our souls 

be awake, 
Keep them free from the deadness that guilt 

only knows ; 
Be the dream of the night pure as day, for 

Thy sake, 
And the calm of Thy paradise on our repose ! 



VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 

5 From all stain of crime let our bosoms be 

free, 
And still rest on our God, unpolluted and 

clear ; 
So the tempter shall flee ; nor our slumbers 

endure 
One pang of remorse or one shudder of fear. 



55y. L. M. Breviary. 



NIGHT-WATCHES. 



i Throughout the hours of darkness dim, 
Still let us watch and raise the hymn ; 
And in deep midnight's awful calm, 
Pour forth the soul in deepest psalm. 

2 Amid the silence, else so drear, 
Think the Almighty leans to hear ; 
Well pleased to list, at such a time, 
The wakeful heart, in praise sublime. 

3 Still watch and pray and raise the hymn, 
Throughout the hours of darkness dim ! 
God will not spurn the humblest guest, 
But give us of His holy rest. 

4 Glory to God, who is in heaven ! 
Praise to His blessed Son be given ! 
Thee, holy spirit, we implore, 

Be with us now and evermore ! 
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SUPPLEMENT. 



560. 7s. M. Wesley an. 



COMMUNION HYMN. 



i Jesus, we thy promise claim ; 
We are met in thy dear name ; 
In the midst do thou appear, 
Manifest thy presence here ! 
Sanctify us, Lord, and bless ; 
Breathe thy spirit, give thy peace ; 
Thou thyself within us move ; 
Make our feast a feast of love ! 

2 Give to us thy humble mind, 
Patient, fearless, just and kind ; 
Meek and lowly let us be, 
Full of goodness, full of thee. 
Still, O Lord, our faith increase, 
Give to us the fruits of peace, 
Utterly abolish sin, 

Write thy law of love within. 

3 Hence may all our actions flow, 
Love, the proof that Christ we know ; 
Mutual love the token be, 

Lord, that we have walked with thee ! 
Love, thine image, love impart, 
Stamp its impress on each heart, 
Only love to us be given, 
Lord, we ask no other heaven. 



VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 

561. 7s. M. Wesley an. 

COMMUNION HYMN. 

i Partners of a glorious hope, 
Lift your hearts and voices up ! 
Nobly let us bear the strife, 
Keep the holiness, of life; 

2 Still forget the things behind, 
Follow Christ in heart and mind, 
To the mark unwearied press, 
Seize the crown of righteousness. 

3 Jesus, fill us with thy love, 
Never from our souls remove, 
Heart to heart unite and bless, 
Keep us in thy perfect peace ! 

4 In our lives our faith be known, 
Faith by holy actions shown ; 
Faith that mountains can remove, 
Faith that always works by love. 



562. 7 & 6s. M. 



German 



O SACRED HEAD ! 



i O sacred head, now wounded, 

With grief and shame weighed down, 
So scornfully surrounded, 

With thorns thine only crown ; 
How art thou pale with anguish. 

With sore abuse and scorn ! 
How do those features languish 

^ hich once were fair as morn ! 



SUPPLEMENT. 

2 What language shall I borrow 

To thank thee, dearest friend, 
For this thy dying sorrow, 

This love that knew no end ! 
O, make me thine forever ! 

And should I fainting be, 
Lord, let me never, never, 

Outlive my love to thee ! 



OUO. L. M. Anonymous. 

CHRIST A QUICKENING SPIRIT. 

i We follow, Lord, where thou dost lead, 
And, quickened, would ascend to thee, 
Redeemed from sin, set free indeed 
Into thy glorious liberty. 

2 We cast behind fear, sin and death ; 
With thee we seek the things above ; 
Our inmost souls thy spirit breathe, 
Of power, of calmness, and of love. 

3 The power, 'mid worldliness and sin, 
To do, in all, our Father's will ; 
Like thee, the victory to win, 

And bid each tempting voice be still. 

4 The calmness perfect faith inspires, 
Which waiteth patiently and long ; 
The love which faileth not, nor tires, 
Triumphant over every wrong. 

5 Thus through thy quickening spirit, Lord, 
Thy perfect life in us reveal, 

And help us, as we live to God, 
Still more and more with man to feel. 



VARIOUS OCCASIONS 

564. c. M. 

THE NEW COMMANDMENT. 

i Beneath the shadow of the cross. 
As earthly hopes remove, 
His new commandment Jesus gives, 
His blessed word of love. 

2 O bond of union, strong and deep ! 

O bond of perfect peace ! 
Not even the lifted cross can harm, 
If we but hold to this. 

3 Then, Jesus, be thy spirit ours ! 

And swift our feet shall move 
To deeds of pure self-sacrifice, 
"And the sweet tasks of love." 



5bo. L. M. Doddridge. 

CLOSE OF THE YEAR. 

i God of eternity ! from Thee 
Did infant time his being draw : 
Moments and days, and months and years, 
Revolve by Thine unvaried law. 

2 Silent and swift they glide away : 
Steady and strong the current flows, 
Lost in eternity's wide sea, 

The boundless gulf from which it rose. 

3 Great Source of wisdom ! teach our hearts 
To know the price of every hour, 

That time may bear us on to joys 
Beyond its measure and its power. 
35* 



SUPPLEMENT. 



566. 7s. M. Newton 

NEW YEAR. 

i Bless, O Lord, each opening year 
To the souls assembling here : 
Clothe Thy word with power divine. 
Make us willing to be Thine. 

2 Where- Thou hast Thy work begun, 
Give new strength the race to run ; 
Scatter darkness, doubts, and fears, 
Wipe away the mourner's tears. 

3 Bless us all, both old and young ; 
Call forth praise from every tongue : 
Let our whole assembly prove 

All Thy power and all Thy love ! 



OOi. L. M. Anonymous. 

THANKSGIVING HYMN. 

i Father of mercies ! God of peace ! 
Being whose bounties never cease ! 
While to the heavens, in grateful tones, 
Ascend our mingled orisons, 
Listen to these, the notes of praise, 
Which we, a happy people, raise ! 

2 Our hamlets, sheltered by Thy care, 
Abodes of peace and plenty are ; 
Our tillage by Thy blessing yields 
An hundred fold from ripened fields : 
And flowing grain, and burthened vine, 
Are tokens of Thy Love divine. 



VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 

The cradled head of infancy 
Doth owe its tranquil rest to Thee ; 
Youth's doubting step, man's firmer tread, 
In years mature, by Thee are led ; 
Secure may trembling age, oh Lord! 
Lean on its staff, Thy holy Word. 

Teach us these blessings to improve, 
Teach us to serve Thee, teach to love ; 
Exalt our hearts, that we may see 
The Giver of all good in Thee ; 
And be Thy word our daily food, 
Thy service, Lord, our greatest good. 



568. 7s. M. Mary W. Hale. 



CHRISTMAS. 



i When in silence, o'er the deep, 
Darkness kept its deathlike sleep, 
Soon as God His mandate spoke, 
Light in wondrous beauty broke. 

2 But a beam of holier light 
Gilded Bethlehem's lonely night, 
When the glory of the Lord, 
Mercy's sunlight, shone abroad. 

3 " Peace on earth, good-will to men." 
Burst the glorious anthem then ; 
Angels, bending from above, 
Joined that strain of holy love. 

4 Floating o'er the waves of time, 
Comes to us that song sublime, 
Bearing to the pilgrim's ear 
Words to soothe, sustain, and cheer. 



SUPPLEMENT. 



For creation's blessed light, 
Praise to Thee, Thou God of might ! 
Seraph-strains Thy name should bless 
For the Sun of Righteousness ! 



Oby. P. M. Longfellow. 

ORDINATION. 

i Christ to the young man said: "Yet one 
thing more, 
If thou wouldst perfect be ; 
Sell all thou, hast and give it to the poor, 
And come and follow me!" 

2 Within this temple, Christ again, unseen, 

Those sacred words has said ; 
And his invisible hands to-day have been 
Laid on a young man's head. 

3 And evermore beside him on his way, 

The unseen Christ shall move, 
That he may lean upon his arm and say, 
"Dost thou, dear Lord, approve?" 

4 Beside him at the marriage feast shall be, 

To make the scene more fair ; 
Beside him in the dark Gethsemane 
Of pain and midnight prayer. 

e O holy trust ! O endless sense of rest ! 
Like the beloved John, 
To lay his head upon the Saviour's breast, 
And thus to journey on ! 



VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 



570. 7s. M. C. Wesley. 



AT SEA. 



i Lord ! whom winds and seas obey. 
Guide us through the watery way ; 
In the hollow of Thy hand, 
Hide and bring us safe to land. 

2 Father, let our faithful mind 
Rest, on Thee alone reclined : 
Every anxious thought repress, 
Keep our souls in perfect peace. 

3 Keep the friends whom now we leave ; 
Bid them to each other cleave ; 

Bid them walk on life's rough sea, 
Bid them come, by faith, to Thee. 

4 Save, till all these tempests end, 
All who on Thy love depend ; 
Waft our happy spirits o'er ; 
Land us on the heavenly shore. 



Oil. 7s. M. Mrs. Sigotjrney. 

PRAYER FOR THE SAILOR. 

i When the parting bosom bleeds, 
When their native shore recedes, 
•When the wild and faithless main 
Takes them to her trust again, 
Father ! view the sailor's woe — 
Guide them wheresoever they go. 



SUPPLEMENT. 

2 When the lonely watch they keep, 
Silent on the mighty deep, 
While the boisterous surges hoarse 
Bear them daily on their course, 
Eye that never slumbers ! shed 
Holy influence on their head. 

3 When the Sabbath's peaceful ray 
O'er the ocean's breast doth play, 
Though no throngs assemble there, 
No sweet church-bell warns to prayer, 
Spirit ! let thy presence be 
Sabbath to the unresting sea. 

4 When the raging billows dark 
Thunder round the storm-tossed bark, 
Thou who on the whelming wave 
Didst the loved disciples save, 

Thou canst hear them when they pray, 
Jesus, Saviour, be their stay ! 



572. L. M. C. Wesley. 

THE SAILOR'S HYMN. 

i Lord of the wide-extended main ! 
Whose power the winds and seas controls, 
Whose hand doth earth and heaven sustain, 
Whose Spirit leads believing souls ; 

2 Throughout the deep Thy footsteps shine ; 
We own Thy way is in the sea, 
O'erawed by majesty divine, 
And lost in Thine immensity ! 



VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 

I 

3 Thy wisdom here Ave learn to adore, 
Thine everlasting truth we prove. 

The wondrous heights of boundless power, 
The unfathomable depths of love. 

4 Infinite God, Thy greatness spanned 
These heavens, and meted out the skies ; 
Lo ! in the hollow of Thy hand 

The measured waters sink and rise. 

5 And here Thine unknown paths we trace. 
Which dark to human eyes appear : 
While through the mighty waves we pass 
Faith only sees that God is here. 



573. C. M. H. K. White. 



IN A STORM. 



i The Lord our God is full of might, 
The winds obey His will : 
He speaks, and in His heavenly height 
The rolling sun stands still. 

2 Rebel, ye waves ! and o'er the land 

With threatening aspect roar: 

The Lord uplifts His awful hand, 

And chains you to the shore. 

3 Howl, winds of night ! your force combine ; 

Without His high behest, 
Ye shall not in the mountain pine 
Disturb the sparrow's nest. 

4 Ye nations bend, in reverence bend ; 

Ye monarchs, wait His nod, 
And bid the choral song ascend 
To celebrate our God ! 



SUPPLEMENT. 



574. L. M. E. H. Chapih. 

FOR A CHARITABLE OCCASION. 

i When long the soul had slept in chains 
And man to man was stern and cold ; 
When love and worship were but strains 
That swept the gifted chords of old — 
By shady mount and peaceful lake, 
A meek and lowly stranger came, 
The weary drank the words he spake, 
The poor and suffering blessed his name. 

2 He went where frenzy held its rule, 
Where sickness breathed its spell of pain ; 
By famed Bethesda's mystic pool, 

And by the darkened gate of Nain. 
He soothed the mourner's troubled breast, 
He raised the contrite sinner's head, 
And on the loved ones' lowly rest 
The light of better life he shed. 

3 Father, the spirit Jesus knew 
We humbly ask of Thee to-night, 
That we may be disciples too 

Of him whose way was love and light 
Bright be the places where we tread 
Amid earth's suffering and its poor, 
Until that day when tears are shed, 
And broken sighs are heard, no more. 



VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 

575. C. M. W. Croswell, 

HE WENT ABOUT DOING GOOD. 

i Lord, lead the way the Saviour went, 
By lane and cell obscure, 
And let our treasures still be spent, 
Like his, upon the poor. 

2 Like him, through scenes of deep distress, 

Who bore the world's sad weight, 
We, in their gloomy loneliness, 
Would seek the desolate. 

3 For Thou hast placed us side by side 

In this wide world of ill ; 
And that Thy followers may be tried, 
The poor are with us still. 



576. 7 & 6s. M. E. H. Chapin. 

TRIUMPH OF TEMPERANCE. 

i Now, host with host assembling, 

The victory we win ; 
Lo ! on his throne sits trembling 

That old and giant Sin ; 
Like chaff by strong winds scattered, 

His banded strength has gone, 
His charmed cup lies shattered, 

And still the cry is — "On." 

3 Our fathers' God, our keeper ! 
Be Thou our strength divine ! 
Thou sendest forth the reaper, 
The harvest all is Thine. 
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SUPPLEMENT. 



Roll on, roll on this gladness. 
Till, driven from every shore, 

The drunkard's sin and madness 
Shall smite the earth no more ! 



577. L. M. 



Sargent. 



TEMPERANCE HYMN. 



i Slavery and death the cup contains ; 
Dash to the earth the poisoned bowl ! 
Softer than silk are iron chains 
Compared with those that chafe the soul. 

2 Hosannas, Lord, to Thee we sing, 
Whose power the giant fiend obeys ; 
What countless thousands tribute bring, 
For happier homes and brighter days ! 

3 Thou wilt not break the bruised reed. 
Nor leave the broken heart unbound : 
The wife regains a husband freed ! 
The orphan clasps a father found ! 

4 Spare, Lord, the thoughtless ; guide the blind ; 
Till man no more shall deem it just 

To live by forging chains to bind 
His weaker brother in the dust. 



VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 



578. 11 & 10s. M. Whittier. 

TRUE WORSHIP AND UNDEFILED. 

i O, he whom Jesus loved has truly spoken ! 
The holier worship, which God deigns to 
bless, 
Restores the lost, and heals the spirit-broken, 
And feeds the widow and the fatherless. 

2 Then, brother man, fold to thy heart thy 

brother ! 
For where love dwells, the peace of God is 

there ; 
To worship rightly is to love each other ; 
Each smile a hymn, each kindly deed a 

prayer. 

3 Follow, with reverent steps, the great exam- 

ple 
Of him whose holy work was doing good : 
So shall the wide earth seem our Father's 

temple, 
Each loving life a psalm of gratitude. 

i Thus shall all shackles fall; the stormy 
clangor 
Of wild war-music o'er the earth shall 
cease ; 
Love shall tread out the baleful fires of anger, 
And in its ashes plant the tree of peace. 



SUPPLEMENT. 

579. Us. M. J. G. Adams. 

THE ANGEL IN THE PRISON. 

i God's angels ! not only on high do they sing, 
And soar through our skies with invisible 

wing; 
But here, on the earth, where in wretched- 
ness lie 
Its sin-stricken children to struggle and die. 

2 They come, in their mercy and power, to 

dispel 
The spectres of gloom from the prisoner's 

cell; 
In love's name to say to the stricken one 

there, 
That God still hath ear, and an answer to 

prayer. 

3 And strong grows the heart of the outcast — 

and soon 

In that dim prison come the pure light-gleams 
of noon ; 

The resolve and the faith of the sinner for- 
given, 

Send him back to the world with a heart 
seeking heaven. 

4 God's angels ! Love speed them o'er earth's 

wide domain ! 
New aids to impart, and new triumphs to 

gain; 
Till the wrathful and wrong from our world 

shall retire, 
And humanity's groans in her praises expire. 



VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 

5 For the promise of truth — though the doubt- 
ing deny — 
Is, that love shall prevail in the earth as on 

high; 
Its life- waters healing, wherever they flow, 
With the angels above, or the angels below. 



580. L. M. Aikin. 

IN TIME OF WAR. 

i While sounds of war are heard around, 
And death and ruin strew the ground, 
To Thee we look, on Thee we call, 
The Parent and the Lord of all. 

2 Thou, who hast stamped on human kind 
The image of a heaven-born mind, 

And in a Father's wide embrace 
Hast cherished all the kindred race ; 

3 Great God ! whose powerful hand can bind 
The raging waves, the furious wind, 

O bid the human tempest cease, 

And hush the maddening world to peace. 

4 With reverence may each hostile land 
Hear and obey that high command, 
Thy Son's blest errand from above — 
" My children, live in mutual love ! " 

36* 



SUPPLEMENT. 



581. 7s. M. Mrs. Follen. 



PRAYER FOR THE SLAVE. 



i Lord! deliver; Thou canst save ; 
Save from evil, Mighty God ! 
Hear — oh ! hear the kneeling slave; 
Break — oh ! break th' oppressor's rod. 

2 May the captive's pleading fill 
All the earth, and all the sky ; 
Every other voice be still, 

While he pleads with God on high. 

3 He, whose ear is everywhere, 
Who doth silent sorrow see, 
Will regard the captive's prayer, 
Will from bondage set him free. 

4 From the tyranny within, 

Save Thy children, Lord ! we pray ; 
Chains of iron, chains of sin, 
Cast, forever cast away. 

5 Love to man, and love to God, 
Are the weapons of our war ; 

These can break th' oppressor's rod — 
Burst the bonds that we abhor. 



VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 



582. 12s. M. 



Whittier. 



FREEDOM. 



i May freedom speed onward, wherever the 

blood 
Of the wronged and the guiltless is crying to 

God; 
Wherever from kindred, torn rudely apart, 
Comes the sorrowful wail of the broken of 

heart. 

2 Wherever the shackles of tyranny bind 

In silence and darkness the God-given mind, 
There, Lord, speed it onward ! the truth shall 

be felt, 
The bonds shall be loosened, the iron will 

melt. 

3 Help us turn from the cavil of creeds, to 

unite 
Once again for the poor, in defence of the 

Right, 
Unappalled by the danger, the shame, or the 

pain, 
And counting each trial for Truth as our 

gain. 



SUPPLEMENT. 



OOi). P. M. Anonymous. 

DAUGHTER OF ZION. 

i Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness ! 
Awake ! for thy foes shall oppress thee no 
more; 
Bright o'er thy hills dawns the day-star of 
gladness. 
Arise ! for the night of thy sorrow is o'er. 

2 Strong were thy foes, but the arm that sub- 

dued them, 
And scattered their legions, was mightier 

far; 
They fled like the chaff from the scourge that 

pursued them ; 
Vain were their steeds and their chariots 

of war. 

3 Daughter of Zion, the power that hath saved 

thee 
Extolled with the harp and the timbrel 

should be ; 
Shout ! for the foe is destroyed that enslaved 

thee; 
Th' oppressor is vanquished, and Zion is 

free. 



VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 



584. S. M. Johns. 



THE KINGDOM OF LOVE. 



i Come, kingdom of our God, 

Sweet reign of light and love ! 
Shed peace, and hope, and joy abroad, 
And wisdom from above. 

2 Over our spirits first 
Extend thy healing reign; 

There raise and quench the sacred thirst, 
That never pains again. 

3 Come, kingdom of our God ! 
And make the broad earth thine ; 

Stretch o'er her lands and isles the rod 
That flowers with grace divine. 

4 Soon may all tribes be blest 
With fruit from life's glad tree; 

And in its shade like brothers rest, 
Sons of one family. 



585. c. M. 



Montgomery. 



unity. 



The glorious universe around, 
The heavens with all their train, 

Sun, moon and stars, are firmly bound 
In one mysterious chain. 

The earth, the ocean, and the sky, 

To form one world agree ; 
Where all that walk, or swim, or fly, 

Compose one family. 



SUPPLEMENT. 

3 God in creation thus displays 

His wisdom and His might ; 
While all His works with all His ways 
Harmoniously unite. 

4 In one fraternal bond of love, 

One fellowship of mind, 
The saints below and saints above 
Their bliss and glory find. 

5 Here, in their house of pilgrimage, 

Thy statutes are their song ; 
There, through one bright, eternal age, 
Thy praises they prolong. 

6 Lord, may our union form a part 

Of that thrice happy whole ; 
Derive its pulse from Thee the heart, 
Its life from Thee the soul. 



586. P. M. Anonymous. 

PEACE EVERYWHERE. 

i Nature hath seasons of repose ; 

Her slumbering clouds and quiet sky ; 
And many a bright-faced stream that flows 
Forever noiselessly. 

2 The stormy winds are hushed to rest, 

And hang self-poised upon their wings ; 
And nursed on mother nature's breast, 
Flowers lie like sleeping things. 

3 The ocean, that in mountains ran, 

Spreads boundlessly without a wave ; 
And is it only said of man, 
His peace is in the grave ? 



VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 

4 Oh ! for the coming of the end, 

The last long Sabbath-day of time, 
When peace from heaven shall descend, 
Like light, on every clime. 

5 For men in ships far off at sea 

Shall hear the happy nations raise 
The song of peace and liberty, 
And overflowing praise. 

6 Mankind shall be one brotherhood ; 

One human soul shall fill the earth, 
And God shall say, " The world is good 
As when I gave it birth. " 



5o7. L. M. Montgomery 



THE KINGDOM OF GOD. 



i O spirit of the living God, 
In all Thy plenitude of grace, 
Where'er the foot of man hath trod, 
Descend on our benighted race ! 

a Be darkness, at Thy coming, light ; 
Confusion, order, in Thy path ; 
Souls without strength inspire with might ; 
Bid mercy triumph over wrath. 

3 O spirit of the Lord ! prepare 

All the round earth her God to meet ; 
Breathe Thou abroad like morning air, 
Till hearts of stone begin to beat. 

4 Baptize the nations ; far and nigh 
The triumphs of the cross record ; 
Thy name, O Father, glorify, 
Till every people call Thee Lord. 



SUPPLEMENT. 

588. C. M. A. C. Coxe, 

THE CHURCH EVERLASTING. 

i O where are kings and empires now 

Of old that went and came ? 
But Holy Church is praying yet. 

A thousand years the same. 
Mark ye her holy battlements, 

And her foundations strong ; 
And hear within, her solemn voice, 

And her unending song. 

2 For not like kingdoms of the world 

The Holy Church of God ! 
Though earthquake shocks are rocking her, 

And tempests are abroad ; 
Unshaken as eternal hills, 

Unmovable she stands, — 
A mountain that shall fill the earth, 

A fane unbuilt by hands. 



589. CM. Sp. of Psalms. 

THE DAY-SPRING FROM ON HIGH. 

i Thy servants in the temple watched 

The dawning of the day, 
Impatient with its earliest beams 

Their holy vows to pay ; * 
And chosen saints far off beheld 

That great and glorious morn, 
When the glad day-spring from on high 

Auspiciously should dawn. 



VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 

2 On us the Sun of Righteousness 

Its brightest beams hath poured ; 
With grateful hearts and holy zeal, 

Lord, be Thy love adored ; 
And let us look with joyful hope 

To that more glorious day, 
Before whose brightness sin and death, 

And grief, shall flee away. 



590. S. M. Doddridge. 

THE PILGRIM'S HYMN. 

i Now let our voices join, 

To form one pleasant song : 
Ye pilgrims in God's holy way, 
With music pass along ! 

2 How straight the path appears, 
How open and how fair ! 

No lurking snares to entrap our feet, 
No fierce destroyer there ! 

3 But flowers of paradise 
In rich profusion spring ; 

The sun of hope shines on our path, 
And dear companions sing. 

4 All glory to His name, 
Who drew the shining trace ; 

To Him who leads the wanderers on, 
And cheers them with His grace. 

5 Subdue the nations, Lord ! 
Teach all their kings Thy ways ; 

That earth's full choir the notes may swell,, 
And heaven resound the praise. 
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SUPPLEMENT. 

591. 7 & 5s. M. Anonymous 

THE ANGEL OF THE LORD. 

i Onward speed thy conquering flight, 

Angel, onward speed ! 
Cast abroad thy radiant light, 

Bid the shades recede ; 
Tread the idols in the dust, 

Heathen fanes destroy, 
Spread the gospel's love and trust, 

Spread the gospel's joy. 

2 Onward speed thy conquering flight, 

Angel, onward fly ! 
Long has been the reign of night, 

Bring the morning nigh. 
Unto thee earth's sufferers lift 

Their imploring wail ; 
Bear them heaven's holy gift 

Ere their courage fail. 

3 Onward speed thy conquering flight, 

Angel, onward speed ! 
Morning bursts upon our sight, 

Lo, the time decreed ! 
Now the Lord His kingdom takes, 

Thrones and empires fall, 
And the joyous song awakes, 

God is all in all. 



VARIOUS occasiONs. 

592. s. M. * 

THE REFORMER'S VOW. 

i God of the earnest heart, 

The trust assured and still, 
Thou who our strength forever art, — 

We come to do Thy will ! 

2 Upon that painful road 
By saints serenely trod, 

Whereon their hallowing influence flowed, 
Would we go forth, God ! 

3 'Gainst doubt and shame and fear 
In human hearts to strive, 

That all may learn to love and bear, 
To conquer self, and live ; 

4 To draw Thy blessing down, 
And bring the wronged redress, 

And give this glorious world its crown, 
The spirit's Godlikeness. 

5 No dreams from toil to charm, 
No trembling on the tongue; — 

Lord, in Thy rest may we be calm, 
Through Thy completeness, strong ! 

6 Thou hearest while we pray ; 
O deep within us write, 

With kindling power, our God, to-day, 
Thy word, — "On earth be light ! " 



SUPPLEMENT. 

593. L. M. Anonymous. 

BE STRONG, FEAR NOT. 

i Prisoners of hope ! be strong, be bold ; 
Cast off your doubts, disdain to fear ! 
The day which prophets have foretold, 
And saints have longed for, draweth near : 
Our God shall in His kingdom come ; 
Prepare your hearts to make Him room ! 

2 O ye of fearful hearts, be strong ! 
Your downcast eyes and hands lift up ; 
Doubt not, nor cry "O God, how long'. 1 " 
Hope to the end, in patience hope ! 

O never from your faith remove ; 
Ye cannot fail, for God is love ! 

3 Lord, we have faith ; we wait the hour 
Which to the earth Thy kingdom brings ; 
When Thou, in love, and joy, and power, 
Shalt come and make us priests and kings : 
When man shall be indeed Thy son, 

And Thy pure will on earth be done. 



594. C. M. Anonymous. 

HE MAKETH ALL THINGS NEW. 

i Almighty Spirit, now behold 
A world by sin destroyed ! 
Creative spirit, as of old 
Move on the formless void ! 



VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 

2 Give Thou the word — the healing sound 

Shall quell the deadly strife. 
And earth again, like Eden crowned, 
Bring forth the tree of life. 

3 If sang the morning stars for joy 

When nature rose to view, 
What strains shall angel harps employ, 
When Thou shalt all renew ! 



0*/0» C. M. Anonymous. 

THE MORNING. 

i We wait in faith, in prayer we wait, 
Until the happy hour 
When God shall ope the morning gate, 
By His almighty power. 

2 We wait in faith, and turn our face 

To where the day-light springs; 
Till He shall come earth's gloom to chase, 
With healing on His wings. 

3 And even now. amid the gray, 

The East is brightening fast, 
And kindling to that perfect day 
Which never shall be past. 

4 We wait in faith, we wait in prayer, 

Till that blest day shall shine, 
When earth shall fruits of Eden bear. 
And all, O God, be Thine ! 

e O, guide us till our night is done ! 
Until, from shore to shore, 
Thou, Lord, our everlasting sun, 
Art shining evermore ! 
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SUPPLEMENT. 

oyb. 7 & 6s. M. Montgomery. 

LO ! HE COMETH. 

i God comes, with succor speedy, 

To those who suffer wrong ; 
To help the poor and needy, 

And bid the weak be strong ; 
He comes to break oppression, 

And set the captive free, 
To take away transgression, 

And rule in equity. 

2 He shall come down, as showers 

Upon the thirsty earth ; 
And joy and hope, like flowers, 

Spring in His path to birth. 
Before Him, on the mountains, 

Shall Peace, the herald, go, 
And Righteousness, in fountains, 

From hill to valley flow. 

3 To Him shall prayer unceasing, 

And daily vows, ascend ; 
His kingdom still increasing, 

A kingdom without end. 
The tide of time shall never 

His covenant remove ; 
His name shall stand forever ; 

His great, best name of Love. 



VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 

597. C. M. Doddridge. 

THE HOLY WAY. 

i Sing, ye redeemed of the Lord, 
Your great deliverer sing ; 
Pilgrims, for Zion's city bound, 
Be joyful in your King. 

2 See the fair way His hand hath raised, 

How holy and how plain ! 
Nor shall the simplest travellers err, 
Nor ask the trace in vain. 

3 No ravening lion shall destroy, 

Nor lurking serpent wound ; 
Pleasure and safety, peace and praise, 
Through all the path are found. 

4 A hand divine shall lead you on 

Through all the blissful road, 
Till to the sacred mount you rise, 
And see your smiling God. 

5 There, garlands of immortal joy 

Shall bloom on every head; 
While sorrow, sighing, and distress, 
Like shadows all are fled. 



SUPPLEMENT. 



598. 7s. M. 



Anonymous. 



THE PROPHET'S VISION. 



i Faint the earth, and parched with drought, 
Make the waters, Lord, gush out ! 
Streams of love our thirst to bless, 
Starting in the wilderness. 
Long we wait Thy peace to know : 
Father, bid the waters flow, 
Make the thirsty land a pool, 
Make man's suffering spirit whole. 

2 Hark ! the wastes have found a voice ; 
Loneliest deserts now rejoice, 
When the Lord His presence shows, 
Lo, they blossom like the rose ; 
See ! this barren earth of ours 
Buds and puts forth fruits and flowers, 
Flowers of Eden, fruits of peace, 
Love and Joy and Righteousness ! 



599. L. M. *J. Wesley. 

THY WILL BE DONE ON EARTH AS IN HEAVEN. 

i Spirit of peace and love and power, 
Fountain of life and light below, 
Abroad Thy healing influence shower, 
O'er all the nations let it flow. 
Inspire our hearts with perfect love ; 
In all the work of faith fulfil ; 
So not heaven's host shall swifter move, 
Than we on earth, to do Thy will. 



VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 

Father, 'tis Thine each day to yield 
Thy children's wants a fresh supply; 
Thou clothest the lilies of the field, 
And hearest the young ravens cry. 
To Thee we pray ; for all must live 
By Thee, who knowest their every need- 
Pray for the world, that Thou wilt give 
All human hearts Thy living bread. 

In faith we wait and long and pray, 
To see that time, by prophets told, 
When nations, new-born into day, 
Shall be ingathered to Thy fold. 
We cannot doubt Thy gracious will, 
Thou mighty, merciful and just ! 
And Thou wilt speedily fulfil 
The word in which Thy servants trust. 



600. c. m. 



Breviary. 



BRIGHTENING UNTO THE PERFECT DAY. 

i Gone is the hollow, murky night, 
With all its shadows dun ; 
O shine upon us, heavenly light, 
As on the earth the sun ! 

2 Pour on our hearts Thy heavenly beam, 

In radiance sublime ! 
Retire before that ray supreme, 
Ye sins of elder time ! 

3 Lo, on the morn that now is here 

No night shall ever fall ; 
But faith shall burn, undimmed and clear, 
Till God be all in all. 



SUPPLEMENT. 

4 This is the dawn of infant faith ; 

The day will follow soon, 
When hope shall breathe with freer breath, 
And morn be lost in noon ; 

5 For to the seed that 's sown to-day 

A harvest time is given, 
When charity with faith to stay, 
Shall make on earth a heaven. 



GLORY BE TO GOD ON HIGH I AND ON EARTH PEACE ; 
GOOD WILL TO MEN.